For years I’ve wondered why I’m not a famous writer. I mean, I seem to have all the ingredients: proficiency with language and sincerity of emotion, a romantic worldview coupled with a healthy disdain for humanity, and of course the crippling depression. The formula has worked for so many others. Faulkner and Fitzgerald are universal. [...]
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Viewer Mail #3: Screwing Wombats
A reader from Riverdale, Georgia asks: Conlan, What did you mix with vodka tonight? Regards, Veronica Orange juice. The cocktail is called a screwdriver. It was discovered in 1623 by a cabinet maker in the India. For years cabinet makers had struggled to find a way to hold together their cabinet-shaped pieces of wood. One [...]