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Author Archives: Mr. Dan Kelly

Chicago writer interested in many things.

The Kryptonite of My Annoyance

I don’t know why, but… I really, really, REALLY can’t stand it when non-Cockney/non-southern women speak in “Cockney” or southern accents. It drives me up the fucking wall. Don’t try to be cute and do it around me either. I’ll leave the room. I’ve got to get back on Twitter. I’m just embarrassing myself here.

Me Me Me

I am never filled with self-loathing so much as self-annoyance. Psychically, I’m like the big sweaty guy sitting too close on the subway, except I’m/he’s sitting inside my skin.

“It Is Obvious Whose Idea This Was.”

What my dad said when he saw the tribute to his 80th birthday I and a few family members set up in his front yard.

MCA

Adam Yauch has died, and that makes me a bit sad. Not sad enough though to not think that some day Ad-Rock or Mike D. may need to perform as “The Beastie Boy.” More seriously: death is a remarkably stupid idea.

I’m Tired of These Old Worn-Out Emotions

I need a new emotion that combines rage with tears of frustration and self-righteousness. Something like anger and sadness mixed together. SANGRINESS. I would become sangry whenever someone I don’t even know is more successful than I am. “Why so sangry?” people would ask as they found me tearfully punching a brick wall. “Because life […]

HAIL THE SIZE OF SMALL GOLFBALLS!

Duh

I need to remember to activate comments. I had to disable them in general because the damn spambots are hitting me like locusts. So, say something to let me know you’re reading! And thanks, Carrie, for the excitement over my recent appearance.

Lately

* The challenge of writing my novel’s first draft (which comes between the rough draft and the final draft) is that while it needn’t be perfect, I’d like it to make sense. Surely, there are continuity errors. I think I’ve jumbled a few characters here and there (one guy has had three different names). And […]

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas.

In a matter of speaking, I’ve turned up (along with my children and my friends Matt and Dan and their kidlings) on a certain magazine’s cover this week. Yes, I am gleeful and proud. After several months of absolutely shitty happenstance, it was a nice break. My thanks to Mr. W.

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The more I write this book, the closer I come to the end, the more I know it will never see the light of day.