
Excerpt: "In a hotly contested deal, the life story of Dewey, a rescued cat who lived for 19 years in a library in a small town in Iowa, has sold for about $1.25 million to Grand Central Publishing.
With an eye toward creating the feline answer to the best-selling "Marley & Me," John Grogan's memoir of his misbehaving yellow Labrador retriever, Grand Central bought the book, currently titled "Dewey, a Small Town, a Library and the World's Most Beloved Cat," on Monday by making an offer high enough to pre-emptively shut down an auction."
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So there it is - pets and mascots and other non-writing creatures are now getting better book deals than us humans and that screams to me two things:
1) This world is pretty f'd up
2) This is an idea that can easily spark a good parody or satire (which I am working on now) and
3) I forget what 3 is four (That's a Violent Femmes shout out) and
4) Can ideas really "scream"?
5) Man I think I ate too much chocolate today, (if that's possible and I'd argue it isn't but that's another topic for another day)
6) Man, I have trouble counting and it's past my bedtime.
Oh, do tell us about your chocolate dreams, Steve. Waiting with baited breath... ; P
I didn't respond to your comment before because I too would like to hear Steve's thoughts about
chocolate.
Just one problem... Who the hell is Steve?
Then it hit me - on re-reading this - that since I'm signed up here as sbutki and not Scott Butki you have mistook me for a Steve.
Although it's weird even people that I run into real life will often slip up and call me Steve and I have no idea why Steve has become my other name. But then it's better than some of the names I've received over the years due to my unfortunate last name. You can see, I reckon, why I tend to go by "Mr. Scott" when teaching. When asked by someone who figures out Scott is an odd last name what my first name is I tell them my first name is "Mr."
Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. A great satire--I don't have any idea what you're talking about, but it's great. You done got yourself a novel here, young man, god help you.
In Jameson Veritas
This is my version of Ulysses?
The irony is the only reason I have these betta fish is because my landlord doesn't allow
pets but didn't make me get rid of my fishes.
I just realized I forgot to post the link to my satire piece that resulted from this piece.
My fish are still angry excited about their first brush with us freaks Newsvine.
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