Comments on: Twelve Toddlers and a Lady

By: piano sheets

piano sheets — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:29:08 +0000

piano sheets…

[...] Good piano performance. Thanks heaps for this!… if anyone else has anything it would be much appreciated. Great website http://www.en.Grand-Pianos.org Enjoy!…

By: kristen

kristen — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 12:40:30 +0000

Thanks, Matthew. And I’m pretty sure it’s genetic. My mom is actually an eel.

By: Matthew Gavin Frank

Matthew Gavin Frank — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:55:11 +0000

Beautiful writing. Wow. From the opening paragraph, I’m knocked off-center in the loveliest of ways. Is transforming oneself into an eel something that can be taught? Or is it genetic?

By: kristen

kristen — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:02:52 +0000

Aw, thanks, Robin!

By: Robin Antalek

Robin Antalek — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:39:52 +0000

Girl… you can string some amazing phrases together! The words are like magic… I love, love, love this:

“It’s a whale of a deal, this only-in-New York living arrangement, with a couch-change price tag, eggshell walls you lose on the way up, appliances that glitter and clink expensive newness, and a porcelain bathtub with mineral curves so pure and sweet and sad that to bathe is to go back.”

Mineral curves??? Oh baby….that’s beautiful!

By: Erika Rae

Erika Rae — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 23:37:33 +0000

Nice! This was fantastic. I particularly loved that barrage of food. Phew!

By: kristen

kristen — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:17:40 +0000

Heh. Red Hook, not Park Slope, though w/ names like Milo and Otis and Nando, well… yeah.

Also, thanks! Hoping my future holds more eel transformation dreams.

By: Ducky

Ducky — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 16:20:57 +0000

If you live in Park Slope, I feel EXTRA SUPER DUPER bad for you. Those kids!!! Ugh!

Love these:

Desperate for relief, I transform myself into an eel…(can’t count how many times I’ve done this myself.)

My bedroom: porous like nobody’s business.

By: kristen

kristen — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:59:25 +0000

Ha, Simon–I always have to double-check its spelling when I use it. Always. I’m sure your slips have gone almost completely unnoticed by others.

No freaking out!

By: Simon Smithson

Simon Smithson — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:06:28 +0000

Oh.

Oh my God.

I’ve been spelling that word incorrectly for my entire life, and only just realised.

I’m freaking out.

By: Kristen Elde

Kristen Elde — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:33:03 +0000

Exactly. Maybe rollercoaster/amusement park ride noises? Then again, those inventions probably don’t pre-date airplanes by much…

By: Zara Potts

Zara Potts — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:07:26 +0000

I think maybe before airplane noises they made train noises.. not quite the same though. You can’t do loopy spoon acrobatics when you’re pretending to be a train.
Nice piece Kristen!

By: kristen

kristen — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:37:35 +0000

Thanks, Ronlyn.

And re: pre-airplanes–maybe dive-bombing bird noises? Although that might’ve been a bit too creepy-Hitchcock for the toddler set. Hmm.

By: kristen

kristen — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:25:31 +0000

Heh. HAS given me plenty of raw material, that’s for sure.

By: kristen

kristen — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:24:41 +0000

I’ve always loved how “lascivious” rolls off the tongue.