Well, not really weirdos. There are people who are paid to humiliate themselves for publishers in New York. And I got pictures!
These ladies were dancing in the great hall at BEA to drum music.
They were handing out fliers to promote a book. I have no idea what the book was.
And the guy in the bottom left is the world record-holding fastest maker of balloon dogs. He was in the Guinness Book of World Records booth promoting the new edition. He said that he’s always losing his title to (and then winning it back from) some clown in Germany. It took me a few minutes to realize he was talking about an actual clown and not just calling this German guy a clown because he didn’t like him.
Now I am off to some book-related parties in the Village, including one that is ominously referred to as a “Tweetup.” We’ll see how that goes.
If I walked into a “Tweetup”, the first thing out of my mouth would be one long sustained scream. It would continue for the duration or until my voice gave out. I would only stop to take a breath or to have a sip of water.
“It took me a few minutes to realize he was talking about an actual clown and not just calling this German guy a clown because he didn’t like him.”
I’m not sure I would have realized that unless you had elucidated. Thanks.
a Tweetup?
How Republican.
From that angle, that balloon dog guy looks remarkably similar to Conan O’Brien.
That sentence quoted in @2 is the funniest thing you’ve ever written, Mr. C.
Wha…? You don’t recognize a samba dancer and a surdo drum? Brazilian music! What is WRONG with you, Paul???
@6 — you beat me to it. Nothing weird about those women, and I really doubt they thought they were their humiliating themselves. Go to Brasil sometime— it’s great!