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    Spoooooooooky!

    I don’t usually read the obits, but paging through the Cleveland Plain Dealer last week, this caught my eye. Talk about a reality check!

    16 Responses to “Spoooooooooky!”

    1. Casey

      I’m glad that one isn’t true!! I have the latest issue of the Ohioana Library review and they have a nice piece on your latest book.

      by Jeff on May 7th, 2008 at 5:34 am

    2. Cotone!

      Man, I love cotone! Red sauce and a little fresh parmasean. MMMMMMMMM!

      by C.R. on May 7th, 2008 at 6:15 am

    3. What the heck is cotone?

      Zz

      by Zorro on May 7th, 2008 at 6:19 am

    4. Zman, I thought you were a foodie!

      Cotone is a pasta, similar to rigatoni except that the little tubes are square instead of round. (An “i” on the end of a pasta means its round, an “e” that it’s square.)

      Like I said, red sauce and parmaean –but olive oil and fresh basil is great, too.

      by C.R. on May 7th, 2008 at 6:38 am

    5. What gives that foodie thing away? My current state of physical decondition? Or my major focus on food locations….like that Mexican spot Anne recommends or that spot you talk about on Shaker Square (we drove by it Sunday)?
      Anyway….did not know that about cotone. For a minute I thought you were talking about a drug….oxy-cotone! And if so, must have done Cotone in along with the long gone Casey Daniels.

      Zz

      by Zorro on May 7th, 2008 at 7:19 am

    6. Thanks for the heads-up about Ohioana, Jeff. I haven’t seen it.

      As for the “i” and the “e” debate in regards to pasta . . . after all the “carp” CR gave us yesterday, I’m not sure I believe anything he says!

      by Casey on May 7th, 2008 at 7:46 am

    7. Casey Daniels! Are you suggesting that I, from time to time, exhibit a predilection for mendacity?

      by C.R. on May 7th, 2008 at 8:24 am

    8. Casey may be dead and all you guys can do is joke around?

      by don on May 7th, 2008 at 9:14 am

    9. Casey isn’t dead. It’s just another one of her publicity stunts.

      Agatha Christie did the same thing back in the twenties and she went on to become, well, agatha Christie.

      Look for tomorrow’s headline:

      Woo Woo Writer Found Alive–
      Tell-All Book Rushed into Print

      by C.R. on May 7th, 2008 at 9:24 am

    10. And don’t forget my appearance on Good Morning America!

      by Casey on May 7th, 2008 at 9:44 am

    11. I was up until 1:30 watching election results. Here’s how productive I’ve been so far today:

      Casey and her bat

      The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Little Blog Five that day;
      The comments were really stupid and all but Judy had had their say,
      And then when CR fell flat on his face, and DB did the same,
      A pall-like silence fell upon the readers of this collective shame.

      A straggling few clicked off the site in deep despair. The rest
      Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
      They thought, “If only Casey could but get another whack at that —
      We’d put up even money now, with Casey and her bat.”

      But Zorro preceded Casey, as did CR once again,
      And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
      So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
      For there seemed but little chance of Casey and her pet vampire bat.

      But CR let go a doozey, to the wonderment of all,
      And Zorro, the much despised, wasn’t all that bad at all;
      And when the dust had lifted, and readers saw what had occurred,
      There was CR making sense and Zorro correctly spelling a word.

      Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
      It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
      It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
      For Casey, mighty Casey, was riding in on her bat.

      There was ease in Casey’s manner as she swooped into her place;
      There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face.
      And when, responding to the cheers, she puckered her lips and spat,
      No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey and her bat.

      Ten thousand eyes were on her as she rubbed her hands with dirt.
      Five thousand tongues applauded when she wiped them on her skirt.
      Then while she started writing, at such a breathless clip,
      Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

      And now the brilliant syntax came hurtling through the air,
      And Casey sat a-writing it in haughty grandeur there.
      From the famous writer’s fingers the words unheeded sped —
      “To hell with proper style,” said Casey. “Not so good!” readers cried with dread.

      From the millions on the World Wide Web, there went up a muffled roar,
      Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
      “Kill him! Kill CR!” shouted Zorro, “This is more than I can stand!”
      And it’s likely he’d have killed him had not Casey’s bat bit his hand.

      With a smile of Wican charity great Casey’s visage shone;
      She stilled the rising tumult; she bade the blogging to go on;
      She labored over her keyboard, and once more the vowels and consonants flew. After a hour of furious writing, the readers said, “Peeeee-yoooooo”

      “Good Gawd!” cried maddened readers, and the echo answered “Good Gawd!”
      But one scornful look from Casey and the readers once again were awed.
      They saw her face grow stern and cold, they saw her muscles strain,
      And they knew that Casey metaphorically wouldn’t drop the ball again.

      The sneer has fled from Casey’s lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
      She pounds with cruel violence while her bat eats off Zorro’s plate.
      And now she cracks her knuckles and now she wiggles her bewitching nose,
      And now the Internet is shattered by the force of Casey’s prose.

      Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
      A polka band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
      And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
      But there’s no joy for CR — while he been wasting his time on this stupid parody, mighty Casey has put three more 80,000-word novels out.

      by C.R. on May 7th, 2008 at 10:54 am

    12. CR, you need a hobby. Truly.

      by Casey on May 7th, 2008 at 12:22 pm

    13. Good grief. Why do I need to have a say after THAT?

      by Judy on May 7th, 2008 at 12:37 pm

    14. PS–As a matter of fact, I finished a book just moments ago, CR. So it looks like your poem was prophetic. Just emailed the manuscript to my editor and my agent. What a great feeling!!!

      by Casey on May 7th, 2008 at 2:48 pm

    15. All of this dialog came to us because Casey’s maybe dead…..and i cannnot spill?

      oh Boysy!
      Zz

      by Zorro on May 7th, 2008 at 3:48 pm

    16. Re: Casey. In the last cover shot she had no shoes. Paul M. all over again.

      My God, C.R., get a life!
      DB

      That life could start by attending my signing next Monday?

      by don on May 7th, 2008 at 9:10 pm

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