{"id":418,"date":"2011-01-20T07:15:00","date_gmt":"2011-01-20T07:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/2011\/01\/20\/lets-talk-about-irony\/"},"modified":"2011-01-20T07:15:00","modified_gmt":"2011-01-20T07:15:00","slug":"lets-talk-about-irony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/2011\/01\/20\/lets-talk-about-irony\/","title":{"rendered":"Let&#8217;s Talk About Irony"},"content":{"rendered":"<table cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_I3GUBpxNFmc\/TTfYeOKZNTI\/AAAAAAAAAEY\/8zseeFtQVgo\/s1600\/Irony.png\" style=\"clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"160\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_I3GUBpxNFmc\/TTfYeOKZNTI\/AAAAAAAAAEY\/8zseeFtQVgo\/s200\/Irony.png?resize=200%2C160\" width=\"200\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">I wonder who&#8217;s winning.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;Being an anemic, I love irony. When I see irony I am filled with a dramatic, Socratic glee that would make those singing kids on TV cry because their lives aren&#8217;t as awesome as mine is at that moment in time.&nbsp; Thus, I like it when irony occurs in my life&#8230;so long as it&#8217;s, you know, awesome irony and not the shitty kind that makes me cry at night because my life isn&#8217;t as awesome as the singing kids on TV.<\/p>\n<p>What, was it like&#8230;a week ago when I was bitchin&#8217; about how I was gonna take it easy on writing and blah blah stop dreamin&#8217; blah blah blah woe is the Shakespeare cat with a play sword wedged in its fluffy chest blah blah&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That all pretty much still stands, except today I got a random phone call from a reporter for the city newspaper asking if they could do an Art Column piece on me and my Wonderful World of Writing.&nbsp; Just a blurb of 500 words + pic of me in the local weekly paper.&nbsp; She found me via that Nano article I was in a couple months ago.<\/p>\n<p>OH WHAT LIKE I WAS GONNA SAY NO?<\/p>\n<p>What an odd time for this to happen.&nbsp; Sometime in the next couple of weeks the entire county is going to be reading about my authorin&#8217; ass, and the timing is quite lovely because it&#8217;ll be a week or two before the regional writers&#8217; conference (which I will be attending).&nbsp; Huh.&nbsp; Hmmmm.&nbsp; Something is afoot.&nbsp; I do not trust this auspiciousness. CLEARLY THINGS ARE ABOUT TO CRUMBLE.<\/p>\n<p>Regardless, this has prompted me to get some shit together and be productive (gasp) and attempt, MAYBE overhauling my site. (So if anybody knows of a good place to get some nice templates or just WANTS TO DO IT FOR ME~~) I mean, what if people look me up and see that pile of shit.&nbsp; And even better, I might get readers out of this, because damnit I love you guys but y&#8217;all ain&#8217;t much help here right now, ha.<\/p>\n<p>I should also get to finishing the first draft of Rebirth.&nbsp; I&#8217;m like&#8230;two chapters away.&nbsp; It&#8217;s ridiculous.<\/p>\n<p>BUT ANYWAY I&#8217;LL BE SURE TO TELL EVERYONE HOW IT GOES. If I get around to it. o\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wonder who&#8217;s winning. &nbsp;Being an anemic, I love irony. 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