My Stacks.

February 6, 2008

I’m looking at a gigantic stack of CDs that I have to autograph for promotional stuff.
Did you ever sign your name repeatedly in your Social Studies notebook, daydreaming of a movie star’s life?
Turns out–signing your name repeatedly for hours–not that fun.
This very surreal thing starts to happen where you suddenly realize–wow, I’m writing the same thing repeatedly and it’s almost pure muscle memory–because of that, you become conscious of what you’re writing, and then your name starts to look strange to you, and then you start to mess up parts of your name because you’re thinking too hard. It’s kind of delightful.