The second installment of Augusten Burroughs' Magical Thinking reading at Coliseum Books in NYC on Nov. 11th. Sorry, I still haven't figured out how to rotate the stupid video.
Listen in awe as he explains how he tortures a little poor animal. In his own words, "Isn't that how serial killers start out?"
Disclaimer: I hold no liability for any injuries that result from watching the video. Watch at your own risk.
Admission of an Obession
This picture was taken during the Magical Thinking kick-off book tour at the Union Square Barnes and Nobles. See that sweatshirt I'm wearing? I wore that on purpose because he was wearing it on one of his book jackets (Dry). I thought, "Hey! If I wear this, he'll recognize it and I'll be special!" And then at the book signing, horror struck me as I realized that other people might recognize it and label me as the "crazy same-sweatshirt-wearing fan".
But who cares?? He noticed it! "I have that same sweatshirt.." he said to me as I continued to blabber incoherently. I think I said 'Thanks' (what kind of response is that?!). Why didn't I just say "Cool", or "Really?", or what I really wanted: "I know! We have the same taste, now we can be BFFs!" (That means Best Friends Forever!).
Oh no, my obessive behavior didn't stop there. Being totally disappointed in myself for acting like a mute, I was determined to go to a second reading, and make myself stand out even more! And what can make you stand out more than an inspired piece of fan paraphernalia?
That's right kids! I took my artistic skills to the next level with this piece of work. Notice the way 'NERD ALERT' is all capital. I printed this out on my photographic-style printer, and it came out all glossy and nice, like a postcard. If I became mute in his presence again, at least I could still throw this at him before running away.
When it was my turn during this second book signing, I still became partially-mute, despite all my self-encouraging prep talks to myself. When I gave him the postcard he immediately remembered me! "Oh yea! The sweatshirt guy! I remember you." That was awesome. (If you look at the picture, you can see the postcard on the bottom right!)
When I got home that night, I emailed him hoping to further our 'relationship'. Within a few days, he replied! Mission accomplished. We are SO like BFF now.
Okay, not really.