Sean says (11:10 AM):
nope
KYRA says (11:10 AM):
oh god – excel?
Sean says (11:10 AM):
we’ll be using the full feature graphic application powerhouse called excel
Sean says (11:11 AM):
i don’t know
Sean says (11:11 AM):
I suppose we can pretty it up afterwards
Sean says (11:11 AM):
keep in mind, you can do gradient fills in excel
KYRA says (11:13 AM):
i’m not sure if you like excel or not from this conversation.. and so i will remain silent.
Sean says (11:14 AM):
I love excel
Sean says (11:14 AM):
It’s always there for me
Sean says (11:14 AM):
i appreciate its gentle scoldings when i create a circular reference by accident
KYRA says (11:15 AM):
can i post the convo to my blog? seriously. you are hilarious.
Sean says (11:15 AM):
I want credit
Sean says (11:15 AM):
and a gnu license thingy
Sean says (11:15 AM):
creative commons and wwhatnot
KYRA says (11:16 AM):
haha oh – i can give you credit. pick the link and it’s yours.
Sean says (11:16 AM):
no link, just the name
Sean says (11:16 AM):
maybe I’ll show up in Google
KYRA says (11:16 AM):
i’m going to ctl+c/v this
Sean says (11:17 AM):
right now i”m against some playwright and banjo player, as well as a former Hockey player (drafted by the canadiens) whose career ended with school and the Erie otters
KYRA says (11:17 AM):
you’ll live on forever! albeit cached and visited by only 30 ppl a day….
Sean says (11:17 AM):
also, some kid on death row in tennessee
KYRA says (11:17 AM):
this is a jPod conversation.
Hooray! I’m on the internets!
jPOD!
“i appreciate its gentle scoldings when i create a circular reference by accident”
Funniest thing I’ve heard all month
that’s “novelist and banjo player” to you…
sorry, sean; but that wasn’t funny. you need to work on your material. it’s a-quality shit or the highway, here at kslog.
EDIT!
kslog readers — all three of you — we have a special guest commenter! It’s one of many Sean Dixons, banjo-playing Sean Dixon. Welcome, banjo-Dixon! As an admirer of music and all men named Sean Dixon (albeit to varying degrees), I’m glad you’ve taken the time to say hello. I can only hope it isn’t in order to mess with my project of boosting media-Dixon up the google ladder.
In order to show your goodwill, why don’t you hook me up with two tickets to your next show in Toronto? To show your extra-goodwill, if it’s in you, sir, you would also agree to letting me buy you a pint of some regional beer at said show.
I would never interfere with boosting a media-Dixon up the google ladder.
I can’t offer any plays in the near future as there are none on the horizon. However I can offer a quasi-literary event that might be interesting. This:
http://pagesbooks.ca/events.php?type=event&id=172&PHPSESSID=404rhsclh240gnvn9t1n7uhp15
although I can’t guarantee they’ll even invite me, even though I’m a contributor. I’m not necessarily well-loved. And one of my fellow contributors is an erstwhile theatre critic whom I’ve never met but who gave me the worst theatre review I ever got in my life. So there might be a bit of drama. Some fisticuffs even, if you go for that sort of thing. And then with my black eye I could buy you and your friend a beer, since the event itself is free.
See, this is the problem with the internet. While that sort of event would certainly be interesting, It would contribute to my future of living in the shadow of other Sean Dixons. It’s just within the last couple of years that i’ve been able to dissociate myself from the Soup Dragons guy ( Though, he did spell his last name the wrong way). On top of that, the possible metaphysical implications of such a meeting could be disastrous. What if we order the same beer, and things get confused( “hey, whose beer is this?” “That;s Sean Dixon’s Beer” ” It’s mine?” ” Is your name Sean Dixon?”) then, I wake up and don’t recognize the face in the mirror, or the mirror itself, and realize I’m in the middle of the Alberta Badlands in the year 2031, being pulled in a chariot harnessed to a pair of Lizard-cow mutants (with wings!), on a quest to find the last bag of turbinado sugar on Earth. All because two Sean Dixons got too close to one another.
Celebrity Sean Dixon, I apologize, I didn’t know you wrote novels. If I see a copy of The Girls Who Saw Everything, I’ll pick it up. I have to confess now, though, if someone who I don’t think has met or will meet you, I might pretend that I, in fact, am the author, at least for a little while.
Oh, the company I keep.
novelist yes. celebrity, no.
but did it occur to you that I might be the one to end up in the middle of the Alberta Badlands in the year 2031?
Incidentally, the Arizona Sean Dixon used to have a really interesting web presence, but I can’t find it anymore.
That’s the thing I wouldn’t know if it was me in that chariot, I couldn’t know.