Tanya seemed to enjoy it...or maybe it was just that after playing Zen Gems for three hours straight, she was loopy and easily amused.
8/23/09: WHOOPS, I thought I'd linked to the actual quote, but I didn't. Here's the quote:
Rory: Sounds like you're over thinking this. Maybe if you just put pen to paper...
Lorelai: I tried that. I thought I'd just sit down and write…whatever comes...no judgment...no inner critic…ooh, was that a bad idea.
Rory: Really why?
Lorelai: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish…I'm writing a letter…I can't write a letter…why can't I write a letter?…I'm wearing a green dress...I wish I was wearing my blue dress...my blue dress is at the cleaners...the Germans wore grey...you wore blue...Casablanca, Casablanca...such a good movie...Casablanca...the White House...Bush...why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car...I should really take my bicycle to work...bicycle, unicycle, unitard...hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.
Rory: Hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants?
Lorelai: Exactly! That's what I'm saying. It's a big bag of weird in there. So I think, well I need inspiration, you know. I need a muse. Perhaps I need 'the' muse. Maybe it would help if Sharon Stone would appear to me in an alarming caftan and coo inspirational words in my ear.
Rory: Just write what you feel...that's all writing is. Hey, do you think there might be some reason why you are having trouble with this? I mean I would imagine that writing about Luke wouldn't be easy.
Lorelai: I know! You should write it.
Rory: What? No.
Lorelai: Yes! You are a wonderful writer. Everything you write is so good...your grocery lists are like shimmering Haikus.
Rory: Your write a pretty mean grocery list yourself and it doesn't have to shimmer. It just has to be authentic and real.
Lorelai: I tried that. I thought I'd just sit down and write…whatever comes...no judgment...no inner critic…ooh, was that a bad idea.
Rory: Really why?
Lorelai: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish…I'm writing a letter…I can't write a letter…why can't I write a letter?…I'm wearing a green dress...I wish I was wearing my blue dress...my blue dress is at the cleaners...the Germans wore grey...you wore blue...Casablanca, Casablanca...such a good movie...Casablanca...the White House...Bush...why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car...I should really take my bicycle to work...bicycle, unicycle, unitard...hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.
Rory: Hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants?
Lorelai: Exactly! That's what I'm saying. It's a big bag of weird in there. So I think, well I need inspiration, you know. I need a muse. Perhaps I need 'the' muse. Maybe it would help if Sharon Stone would appear to me in an alarming caftan and coo inspirational words in my ear.
Rory: Just write what you feel...that's all writing is. Hey, do you think there might be some reason why you are having trouble with this? I mean I would imagine that writing about Luke wouldn't be easy.
Lorelai: I know! You should write it.
Rory: What? No.
Lorelai: Yes! You are a wonderful writer. Everything you write is so good...your grocery lists are like shimmering Haikus.
Rory: Your write a pretty mean grocery list yourself and it doesn't have to shimmer. It just has to be authentic and real.
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