Rave Reviews

Some recent reviews of the OverCher include:

"you are a far more sophisticated and edgy author now. i hope you have reached the point where you wear your lingerie over your clothes"
- International Harpist and Tea Drinker J.Nates


"your blog is the sole source of my entertainment in medical school."
- Medical Genius Ellie N.!


"i am already fiending for you to write a new blog post."
- Revolutionary Fashionista T.Tucker


And my personal favorite...
"I really appreciated the post you wrote about doing unscrupulous things in order to become otis redding's backup dancer. this is because one of the questions I think about in quiet moments is "what would I do to be a Pip?"
- Award-Winning Harvard-Educated Gentleman

To celebrate this and my new move across town (yes! i will even take pictures!), The OverCher is having a CONTEST!!! How to enter:

1) Comment on this post with your email and a poem. That's right...haiku or limerick preferred. Or free verse. One line is OK. We're all about experimentation here.

2) I will random-number-select the winner!

The Prize will be a real live care package that comes in the mail! It will most likely include poems, cookies and wee books. And I will interview you and post a verbal portrait of you that is entirely flattering. HOW CAN YOU REFUSE?

Burlesque, Pt. 2

The CherOver (it's a voiceover of Cher's thoughts...and an unbearably clever inversion of the title of this blog!!!) of this clip is obvious:

"Bitch, I get it. A voice like yours negates all need for fabulous costumes and set design. Bitches with voices like yours get to dance on dirty wood floors after shedding their white Payless sandals from the clearance bin. On the other hand, bitches with voices like mine have never entered a room on this earth without a shower of glitter from the ceiling! Sprinkled by gay men! In thongs! So which fate would you prefer?

"And one more thing. We didn't have the luxury of a fucking voiceover in my day. So what if during my live performance with Tina Turner I ran out of breath and didn't have the leg muscles to achieve shimmy? Do you have an Academy Award, bitch? Have you worn a fucking mermaid costume? Are you a fucking LEGEND!"

The Writing Life: Typo Edition

Sometimes when I am writing very seriously and studiously, I begin typing random memories or events and, upon cracking myself up, type "Hahahaha" afterwards. So that I can have an official record of the extent to which I crack myself up. You might take this as an illustration of the deep-seated psychological effects of writerly solitude,



but then you would be a hater.



The point of all this is that I was typing something about this tea we used to have at my house which was ingeniously called



After typing this, I wrote "For THAT kind of move. Hahahaha." (Yes. My writing today is brought to you by my 2nd-grade self. She may be immature but she has fabulous stirrup leggings.) My computer then auto-fixed this word to "Hashanah." Which suddenly made me seem very serious about Smooth Move. Which I am. Hashanah.