Good Things, Good People: Crime Edition
You'd think that since my brother was in charge of the Edgar Awards this year that he'd throw me a bone and let me know the winners in advance, particularly in the case of those who were nominated who also happened to be my friends. But alas -- it was just like when I was a little kid and I always asked him to take me to the arcade in Concord (The Great Entertainer, I believe it was called) and he never did, claiming her forgot all the while. Each time I asked him, "Hey, did my friend Susan win for best short story?" or "Hey, did my friend Matt win for best television script?" he'd feign memory loss. Fortunately, unlike when I was a kid, he didn't then make me smell his armpits. Well, tonight, despite his best efforts at secrecy, they gave out those damn Edgar Awards and I'm pleased to say that my friend and colleague Susan Straight won for best short story for her piece "The Golden Gopher" in Los Angeles Noir and that my friend and colleague Matt Nix won for best television episode for the pilot episode of Burn Notice, which he wrote and is executive producer of and which I better not fuck up in book form. (Not to self: try not to fuck it up, it's winning awards now!).
The full list of winners, along with some photos, are available on that lying scum bag Lee's blog.
The repetitive use of the work 'fuck' does not make you edgy, Tod. The pose is transparent. You are trying way too hard.
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 02, 2008 at 12:57 PM
I'm not trying to be edgy. I just swear a lot.
Posted by: tod goldberg | May 02, 2008 at 01:16 PM
Didn't you do a panel of edginess at UCLA?
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 02, 2008 at 01:29 PM
No, I believe it was called "Crime with an Edge". It was about unusual crime novels. It wasn't: Tod Goldberg Has An Edge: He'll Swear On His Blog To Prove It. And, at any rate, it's not as if I come up with the panel ideas.
Posted by: tod goldberg | May 02, 2008 at 01:33 PM
Tod, just tell the guy he's a fucktard and be done with it. I imagine he's the kind of person who listens to Noel Coward albums at home and wonders why music today is so darned loud. Nick Bud, if you don't like Tod's language, why bother reading at all?
Posted by: Darryl Tuck | May 02, 2008 at 03:50 PM
Personally, I find your use of the word fuck compelling, poignant, and elegant. :-)
Actually, I've never heard you SAY it, but I imagine you say it as well as I do, or at least with great confidence.
Yet, despite my adoration of your passionate words, and over a year of faithfully stalking your blog, you've never said hello to me. Well once, when I pointed out a typo, which is what? A negative thing. Like little Nick Bud's comment. Hmmm. . . I think there may be a pattern here. Maybe Dr. Laura can figure it out after she finds her clothes and regains her dignity.
Posted by: Jane | May 02, 2008 at 06:43 PM
Hi Jane. Thanks for becoming the unofficial 5th sibling. Please send money.
Posted by: Tod Goldberg | May 02, 2008 at 08:51 PM
Well congrats to your many friends and their awards !
Keep outing the fucktards.
(just how black are you ?)
Posted by: SweetieZ | May 02, 2008 at 10:01 PM
It looks like the fucktards are outing themselves here!
Posted by: linda woods | May 02, 2008 at 11:42 PM
Hey Tuck (who rhymes with fuck): I don't think I said it was the language that offends me. That's your ass-umption. I love the word when it is used genuinely and not in the service of creating a persona, that is to say, a pose.
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 03, 2008 at 09:52 AM
I'm going to have to defer to my siblings on this one, since I'm afraid my own defense will wither against Nick's belief that I'm presently a poser (I will admit that in 7th grade, when I wore a Bauhaus t-shirt in order to hopefully look cool, I hadn't really ever listened to the band, and was, in effect, posing). Linda, Karen, Lee, will you state for the record the first time you heard me swear? Furthermore, will you make a statement as to how many Polo shirts you think I own? (I mean the ones with the actual dude on the horse) That should clear everything up.
Posted by: Tod Goldberg | May 03, 2008 at 10:34 AM
Seven. You had eight but had to thrown one away after puking the time you drank that beer. But, Tod...it's really not fair getting the Goldberg mafia on me.
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 03, 2008 at 11:51 AM
I have consulted with the e-steamed Dr. Laura's second personality, and her diagnosis for Dick Butt (rhymes with Nick Bud) is that he is severely lacking attention on his own domain, and that his pose here as a critic-who-has-meaningful-things-to-say will wither when his main target quits feeding into his need for a relationship.
I was not included in the list of "Linda, Karen, Lee", 5th sib or not. Apparently my check has not yet arrived.
Posted by: Jane | May 03, 2008 at 03:34 PM
Jane (rhymes with plain): ain't we all, babe?
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 05, 2008 at 09:33 AM
P.S. Butt and Bud, actually, do not rhyme. Stud and Bud, on the other hand, do.
Posted by: Nick Bud | May 05, 2008 at 11:50 AM
As you wish. We will rhyme with perfection here Dick Dud.
Posted by: SweetieZ | May 06, 2008 at 06:41 AM