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Published by Penguin, The Internet is a Playground is the first release by David Thorne. Making its debut at #4 on The New York Times bestseller list, it includes articles from 27bslash6 plus over 160 pages of new material. It makes a nice present, protects against tigers, and can be read while hiding in small places.
Featuring articles from 27bslash6.com along with brand-spanking-new material, I'll Go Home Then; It's Warm and Has Chairs is the second book release by author David Thorne and is available now.
A collection of new Essays.
Foreforeword
Have you finished the book yet?
No, Holly.
Hows it going?
Fine.
Can I read it yet?
No you cant read it yet. Why would I let you read it if it isnt finished?
How close to finished are you then? The deadline was two weeks ago.
Yes, I realize that. Its not easy you know, not with the dogs barking and having to go shopping and things.
Perhaps you shouldn't have spent spring and summer building a multi-level amphitheater in the backyard.
"It adds value to the house."
Im just saying. If you want me to edit it for you, thats at least another day or two.
Yes, I know all this. Telling me I should have finished two weeks ago doesnt make words magically appear on pages. Youre meant to be helping.
I am helping. How many pages do you have left to go?
About twenty. Give or take twenty. Give mostly. Plus I have to write a foreword about something.
Whats the foreword going to be about?
Who cares. Nobody reads the foreword. Im only adding one to flush out the pages. If I knew anybody famous Id ask them to write it for me. Lots of books have foreword by such and such.
You know a couple of famous people. What about the Bloggess or Matthew Inman?
Famous people, not famous on the Internet people. Besides, theyre both dreadful. All the Bloggess does these days is go on about how depressed she is and Matthew Inman is a bit of a dick.
How so?
Hes short and annoying. Plus he looks like the son from Hardcore Pawn. Will you write it for me?
The foreword? No. Im not famous.
It doesnt matter. Id rather have you write it than Matthew Inman. I read that he once sucked off a goat.
Where did you read that?
On Reddit.
Did you write it?
No.
I can tell when youre lying, you look slightly startled and you flick the tip of your tongue out like a lizard.
If you write the foreword, it will give me time to finish the rest of the book.
I dont have time to write the foreword and edit the book. Some of us work for a living.
Editing shouldnt be that hard, Ive used a spell check.
Its not the spelling thats the issue. You dont know how to correctly write possessives of plurals or understand that words that end in vowels arent pluralized with apostrophes.
So the spelling is pretty good then?
If I did agree to write the foreword, and Im not saying I will, what would I even write it about?
About how awesome I am. If I write about how awesome I am, Ill just come off as a bit of a dick. Like Matthew Inman. Theyll believe it coming from you. All you have to do is say how hilarious I am and what a pleasure it is to have me in your life. Also, something about my writing process and maybe a bit about how brave I am. Remember that time I flicked a snake off the patio furniture with a stick? Thats probably worth mentioning.
Right, well Im definitely not writing it then.
Fine, you can write whatever you want. Just dont go off on too many tangents. Thats my thing.
Convolution is a thing most people avoid. So I can write whatever I want?
Why? What are you going to write about?
About how awesome you are.
You cant write anything mean. I wont put it in if you just write mean stuff about me.
Im not going to be censored before Ive typed a single word but I wouldnt just write mean stuff about you. Do you want me to write the foreword or not?
No, not if youre just going to write shit about me.
Good. Ive got better things to do.
See, this is what I mean about not being helpful. Are you going to write it or not?
No.
Just write the fucking foreword, Holly.
Fine.
Okay. Thank you. Just dont make it too much better than my stuff. Nobody cares about purplisedpossessions or who owns all the vowels. Do you think you could have four pages to me by tonight ?
Foreword By Holly Thorne
You may wonder why I am writing David's foreword instead of someone better equipped. I am too. I haven't even read the book yet. I will however be expected to proofread for content, grammar and syntax at 11pm on a Monday. The fact that I have a meeting at 7am every Tuesday is of no consequence to David; those fortunate enough to be in the writer's circle must accommodate. I will be tired but I will edit my heart out and deliver his marked up manuscript on time. I will also feel bad about myself when one of David's readers emails him asking whether hes ever heard of the
I before E, except after C rule.
There are many terms that could be used to describe Davids writing process but none as apt as procrastination. He has it down to an art form. Procrastinating for nine months on a twelve-month deadline is not something most people would even consider in the real world. Responsibility, pride and self-respect are barriers not everyone can just run around.
Davids level 10 ability to procrastinate is not confined to writing of course, he dwells outside the timelines generally accepted by society in all areas. Creative genius cannot be rushed. If you need him to pick you up from work, be on time for a doctor's appointment, or show up before your party is over, ask him to arrive three hours earlier than required. Even then, you will still have a stretch of time to wait as David will have last minute doubts about which of his 140 identical black t-shirts goes best with his hair that day. After changing several times and thinking he should probably also change his watch, he will notice the time, rush from the house, turn on all of the lights as he exits rooms, and leave his wallet, cigarettes and keys resting on a hot stove top. Rather than use the spare Hide-a-Key to retrieve his belongings, David will break a window to get in, grab his stuff, turn on a few more lights, and finally leave two hours later with the stove still on.
David does have a stressful job but lets be honest, hes not clearing landmines. Even on my worst days Im not half the diva that David becomes when he realizes he only has six weeks left in which to write two hundred pages. As the months grow cooler and other families snuggle in, World War III breaks out in our household. Unfathomable demands are made and friends, family and pets are committed to walking on eggshells in his presence.