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Lest you think I was kidding in my 100 Things about writing for as long as I can remember, here is photographic evidence. That’s Little Karl right there, using a slide as a desk. I’m sure I was writing something brilliant, probably a thesis about the benefits of Alpha Bits cereal.
Right now, as you read this, I’m very likely either at Adam’s house playing the hell out of some Wii games, or I’m back on the road from Orlando to Sebring. Either way, you’re likely to see some photos about our fun night tomorrow.
For now, I thought you’d enjoy an old photo of your favorite C-list blogger. Oh, OK. You want another? Here I am, fresh out of my sink bath. I know, I was hot even then.
And don’t forget - you have until midnight tonight (Eastern time) to enter the 2HT t-shirt giveaway. See yesterday’s post for details. You have to comment on THAT post for your entry to count.
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That is one big-ass pencil!
When I saw the words “Little Karl” I thought this was going to be a very different post.
Big-assed pencil…little Karl…yeah, good thing I read the post first. I’d be with Amanda on this one.
Love the pics!
I can almost make out what you are writing…
“Dear Patty,
Meet me by the swing set at 3pm.
Don’t be late.
Love,
Karl”
I don’t think I have photographic evidence of my earliest writing experience, just some papers with a C and D on them.
Awwwww!!!! HOW CUTE WERE YOU????
Tell Avi I can’t comment on his post because I can’t eat that kind of thing anymore. But I LOVES his license plate. Now that is dedication.
I’m surprised you were able to write with that tree branch of a pencil! Kinda strange how this picture in a sense, foretold your future.
Amanda - My, what a dirty mind someone has!
TSM - Another dirty girl.
Martymankins - I’m sure you’re right. I was very big with the ladies, as I still am today. *cough*
Karen - Well, I’ll tell him, but I’m already home, so…still need to see what he’s posted today.
Rx - Almost like a prophesy or something.
I think I have one of those giant pencils lying around a box here somewhere!
Stumbled across you’re blog earlier I must say it is HILARIOUS. I aspire to be a ‘real’ blogger someday but for now I just dabble.
You were absolutely freaking adorable…not that you still aren’t adorable.
Is the ego inflated enough now???
T-shirt? Oh I love a free t-shirt. I’m off to find that info.
I have a picture that drew when I was five of different hairstyles. I named every single one of them. I used to do everyone’s hair as well. Then I became a hairstylist.
Now if I could fulfill the dreams of becoming a teacher after all those long hours I spent in front of my chalkboard…
I can understand writing at the early age with the “safety pencil”… this way you don’t poke your eye out. My mom made me use the same kind until the teacher had to explain to her there wasn’t enough lead in the pencil for the test scoring machines… and I was in no way as underdeveloped as I should be from eating them… so something needed to give.
Yet, I wasn’t as cultured at that age as you were to be a thespian. I’ve only seen Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat… I never got to play the lead on stage.
You’re so cultured.
It occurs to me that I don’t think we’ve seen your ass yet.
Awwww….how adorable! The picture at the sliding board is priceless.
Happy Thursday.
Impressive tool you have there. For writing.
You were such a cute kid. What the hell happened?
I hate people who were cute kids.
The sink bath pic is just too cute. What a lady killer of a smile! I would save the writing pic for the day you publish a book. Use it on the cover for your author pic.
Damn - look at that pencil!
Lisa - Used to LOVE drawing on chalkboards. Maybe I’ll hit you up for a haircut when you come to Orlando.
NYCWD - Eating the pencils, ha! I was more of a Crayola crayons consumer myself. Or Play-Do.
Fab - Geez, wasn’t that naked video enough for you? I think you’ve got a serious crush on me. Cool.
Rachel - thanks.
Sizzle - Aren’t you glad you’ve seen my tool?
Kapgar - Life, man. Life happened.
Miss Britt - But I thought you LOVED me!
Winter - Yeah, I’ve often thought of using that photo on my book jackets.
Maria - Yep, it’s a biggie.
Why is every parent compelled to take a sink bath pic? Mine is much more nekkid and chubby though!
I’m envisioning the scene 20 seconds later, when some other kid comes barreling down the slide, unaware that you were there until it’s too late. He gets gored by the mega-pencil-from-hell, you get blood and guts all over your nice white shirt, and you are destined to become a writer forever until the end of time, psychologically scarred as your subconscious sadistically forces you to re-live the experience over and over.
Or, I could just be full of shit, since this is my first time visiting your blog.
