tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61596892011-04-21T22:10:25.789-04:00The Online Journal of Writer Laura CooneyLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13006036490293522258noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6159689.post-1114902387834067482005-04-30T18:41:00.000-04:002005-04-30T19:06:27.836-04:00

TSK, TSK...Finalfuckaly, with a lot less fanfare and Filipinos than General MacArthur, I have returned.A pause for applause...Hmm...finally an answer to that question: What is the sound of one hand clapping?Years ago, I asked Pee Wee Herman that question and you know what he said? "I dunno, but I know the sound of one hand slapping. Ha-HA!"I never did finish that shit I wrote about Millionaire.

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MILLIONAIRE, PART II (I am interviewed by The Rock) Well, I coulda been a contender, but--o, fuck it; let’s cut to the chase already: “103!” A man at one of the little tables calls out. I stand up. “Good luck!” the guys at my table say. “Thanks.” I walk shakily toward the big Millionaire interview. “Hi.” I look down at the stone-faced man in front of me. “Laura?” “Yes,” I say, sitting

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The Dream Is Over... I got my Millionaire post card in the mail yesterday. No, not the one that requires you to FedEx a thousand dollars to a P.O. Box in Israel--it's the one that tells you whether or not you've been judged good enough to sit across from ex-journalist and current coffee klatcher cum gossip-monger talk show/game show whore, err...I mean host, Meredith Vieira. And, yes, you've

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