For me, it’s got to be taken from my games report from elementary school (aged 7), which read “Keen as mustard; a fighter among giants”.
So, A Fighter Among Giants, by Roger Thornhill.
In the same vein, I think I would consider calling mine “Must try harder”
It’s a Pity He’s So Socially Inept, by Malacandra.
They say eavesdroppers never hear any good of themselves, and in my case I shouldn’t have read a letter my then-SO had written to her son’s girlfriend. (She was a much older SO.) But quite honestly, when someone’s dumped you, then accidentally set her car on fire with herself inside it, and you’ve nursed her through the skin grafts and so on, that’s not what you want to hear about yourself. :rolleyes:
I’ve been toying with:
“The Bad Existentialist.”
Do you think it would sell?
Okay, Mallers, you’ve just given me an idea for another thread. Worst things you’ve heard about yourself by chance. Coming up!
I think we’re all socially inept here (at least the bright ones), but then the bright ones always are misfits. Which reminds me of another possible title, though this is cheating since it’s how I defend myself when the wife says I have no EQ:
The Price of Genius, by Roger Thornhill
Perhaps that can be 18-30, if I do a Stephen Fry and write 400 pages about my life from 8-17.
Hot-fucking-cakes!
“A very short book”
Mallers?? :dubious: Must be a public-school thing. (I sounded like a public-school boy all through my comprehensive education. You can imagine what that did for my social eptitude.)
And if you do a Stephen Fry, will it include vastly exaggerated accounts of underage homosexuality to try to make yourself sound more interesting?
My other title would be A5, as in “A for achievement, 5 for effort”, which is what my chemistry teacher gave me after I’d skated through his class on next to no homework. Apparently studying and committing to memory the entire O-level set text within about three weeks of the start of term, for fun, didn’t count as “effort”. The git.
“And then it all went pear shaped.” Seems appropriate, in my land, when it rains it frickin pours and hails and snows. But for all the rest of the time its awesome. Theres not a lot of in between. But as the title may suggest even when it does explode, we still laugh about it, because what else is there to do, really?
Setting A Bad Example
Not Working Up To Ability
Nothing done for fun counts as effort.
Bite Me: Confessions of a State Employee
You can’t drop the Keen as mustard, that’s the best part!
Hack Writer
Sometimes Her Jokes Are Really Weird.
From a student evaluation, many, many moons ago – in full, “She drinks a lot of Diet Coke, and sometimes her jokes are really weird.”
I’m sure none of you have noticed any such proclivity.
The Inner and Sensible Intuition of Our Mind (as Object of Consciousness) Represented as Being, Determined by the Succession of Different States in Time, and Not the Self Proper, as It Exists in Itself — That is, Not the Transcendental Subject — But Only an Appearance that Has Been Given to the Sensibility of This, to Us Unknown, Being.
(Apologies to Immanuel Kant)
::falls asleep before getting past the front cover::
Dude, that was one awesome piece of self-parody! ::applauds::
Unauthorized.
Writ In Water
sob