Monday, July 02, 2007

The Beat Generation

Hello, friends.

I'm in northern Michigan for the week, partaking in the promised Spitznagel family reunion. As much as I'd like to be spending the 4th of July holiday sitting in front of my computer and churning out more funny-make-'em-ups for you, I owe my family at least a little uninterrupted face time.

But don't despair. I'll be back next week with more personally embarrassing anecdotes from my life past and present. Until then, here's something to tide you over.

60ish LITERARY EUPHEMISMS FOR MASTURBATION

1. Blurbing yourself

2. Burying the lede

3. Challenging Alexander Pushkin to a one-handed duel

4. Coaxing Salinger to come out and play

5. Coming up with a gripping plot twist

KEEP ON READIN'. OR, BARRING THAT, JUST HOLD ME.


6. Conjugating the verb

7. Cooking up a big oily batch of Victory Gin

8. Dangling your participles

9. Deconstructing
The Fountainhead

10. Dipping your madeleine into Proust's tea

11. Finishing the first draft by hand

12. Freelancing for the glossies

13. Getting just a little
too into pictures of Dorian Gray

14. Giving it a first pass

15. Giving the protagonist some internal conflict

16. Giving your narrative a Faustian theme

17. Having a strong opinion in your writing workshop about the power of symbolism

18. A Heartbreaking Wank of Staggering Spunkage

19. Hiding Rushdie from the Muslim assassins

20. Hunting for treasure in Injun Joe's cave

21. Interrogating JT LeRoy and his five accomplices

22. Jack Kerou-whacking

23. Joining the Beat Generation

24. Launching a ship to the holy city of Byzantium

25. Listening to Portnoy complain

26. Looking for clues with Tintin and Snowy

27. Mangling the English translation

28. Mixing your metaphors

29. Much A-Goo About Nothing

30. Oliver's Twist

31. Palahniukin'

32. Paying extra for the hardcover

33. Paying the bills with a hack novelization

34. Paying yourself in contributor copies

35. Picking the pull-quotes

36. Pinning Garp with a Half Nelson

37. Polishing Nick Hornby's head

38. Pottering your Chamber of Secrets

39. Print-on-demand

40. Proofreading the galleys

41. Putting out Polyphemus' one good eye

42. Putting the "wad" back into "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"

43. Querying the editor

44. Rattling your stick inside a swill bucket

45. Reading poetry aloud

46. Recouping losses incurred by the Publishers Group West bankruptcy

47. Saying yes, yes, oh god yeeeeees to Ulysses

48. Shooting at Joan Burroughs with your flesh musket

49. Shooting your own author's photo

50. Signing the first edition

51. Skimming the Cliff Notes

52. Slapstick (or: “Lonesome No More”)

53. Spanking the Monkey (sometimes known as "Spanking Arthur Waley's translation of
Journey to the West ")

54. Splitting infinitives

55. Stocking the remainder table

56. Tap-tap-tapping at your chamber door (only this and nothing more)

57. The
other lonely impulse of delight

58. Touring Rosings with Mr. Collins

59. Transforming Gregor Samsa into a monstrous vermin

60. Using the passive voice

61. Varnishing your Booker Prize

12 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

I am sooo hot for you right now. Is that wrong?

Eric Spitznagel said...

That depends entirely on whether you know where I live.

Greg Bell said...

Reading poetry aloud

Awesome!

The Phoenix said...

That's awesome!

Have a great week in Michigan.

Litsa Dremousis said...

This reminds me of what Jacqueline Susanne said about Philip Roth being a fine writer but not wanting to shake his hand.

DerzaFanistori said...

Have a great family reunion! (yeah, yaeh, I know... as far as greatness of family reunions goes ;-))

I love this Kafkian reference! :o)

Corinna Makris said...

The Northern Penninsula? Does this mean that you a Yooper?

Eric Spitznagel said...

Oh I wish. If I was a Yooper, I could take part in the upcoming Sasquatch expedition. But alas, I'm from the glove. The dull, Bigfoot-less glove.

Mitch McDad said...

This is fantastic. And, sadly, I think the testcile on the right best represents me.

Devra said...

May I add "Self Publishing" to the list?

Eric Spitznagel said...

You may. And it shames me that I didn't think of it first.

"Vanity press" would also be acceptable, if only because it includes the word "press".

KT Crud said...

I'm dying to know if the mystery pooper made a cameo.

March of 2009 (in which I recount my adventures in New York with an old man doll), February of 2009 (in which I learn that Bigfoot, at least when it comes to gangbang etiquette, is exceedingly polite), January of 2009 (in which I insist that it's really nobody's business whether the Dame's cervical mucus is clear and slippery), November of 2008 (in which I read my grandfather's old love letters and learn that he was a dirty, dirty boy), October of 2008 (in which I discuss food, Burger Chef and moonshine), Summer of 2008 (in which I barely write anything at all, much to the consternation of very few), April of 2008 (in which I confess my creepy attraction to ventriloquism), March of 2008 (in which I say a little too much about the genital grooming of Disney princesses),February of 2008 (in which I fabricate my family history), January of 2008 (in which I learn that baby nudity is okay in moderation), November of 2007 (in which I explain why it's difficult to fit more than a few dozen dead dogs in a '74 Honda Civic), October of 2007 (in which I opt against digging up my grandfather's ashes), September of 2007 (in which I discover that I don't have a rickshaw business), August of 2007 (in which I learn to love, and then hate, and then love, and then hate commas), July of 2007 (in which I try to make it perfectly clear why you should never ask a girlfriend to dress like a slutty Lisa Simpson), June of 2007 (in which I discuss how Gene Simmons led to my introduction to female anatomy), May of 2007 (in which I explain why my life might be more fullfilled than yours because I've driven a car into a swamp), April of 2007 (in which I somehow convince a lot of authors to draw pictures of their own assholes), March of 2007 (in which I learn why eating an entire box of Boo-Berry cereal and then streaking may not be the best idea), February of 2007 (in which I talk about, in no particular order, Ron Jeremy, waterbeds, and Hitler's mustache), January of 2007 (in which I rant angrily about dolphin gang rape), the entirety of 2006 (in which I learn how to have fun at my father's funeral, talk about pirates with Will Oldham, and compare wine to hobo balls),