Published in Drained
Published in Drained
Published in Drained
Image credit by Tim Mossholder
Image credit by Tim Mossholder
Image credit by Tim Mossholder
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
The bio pic says it all. When faced with inappropriate questions, this is the face you're going to have to deal with. Seriously, ask me a question related to my work. I can tolerate a lot, but why go looking for the meaner side? Imagine you are walking on a frozen lake, only a fool will jump on the cracks.
The bio pic says it all. When faced with inappropriate questions, this is the face you're going to have to deal with. Seriously, ask me a question related to my work. I can tolerate a lot, but why go looking for the meaner side? Imagine you are walking on a frozen lake, only a fool will jump on the cracks.
The bio pic says it all. When faced with inappropriate questions, this is the face you're going to have to deal with. Seriously, ask me a question related to my work. I can tolerate a lot, but why go looking for the meaner side? Imagine you are walking on a frozen lake, only a fool will jump on the cracks.
October 4, 2023
October 4, 2023
October 4, 2023
Inappropriate Q&A
Inappropriate Q&A
Inappropriate Q&A
When to say bye!
When to say bye!
When to say bye!
Is this a stupid question?
~ Cause if you are assuming I'm a diva, you are just wrong.
At least not right now. Speak to me later.
Drained
~ A short story.
Once upon a time, in a bustling literary world, there lived an upcoming new writer named Ms. Luth. Ms. Luth was celebrated for her brilliant storytelling and sharp wit, but she was also known for her unique post-punk fashion sense and unapologetic attitude.
She had a penchant for wearing leather jackets adorned with patches, fishnet stockings, and chunky combat boots. Her striking appearance and confidence drew as much attention as her words.
One extremely hot afternoon, Ms. Luth was invited to a prestigious literary event in the heart of New York City. As she entered the grand hall, the whispers and stares from the guests were impossible to ignore.
Some critics and fellow writers couldn't resist making snide remarks about her appearance.
A prominent literary critic, Mr. Theodore Snoot, approached Ms. Luth with a condescending smile.
"My dear Ms. Luth," he began, his tone dripping with condescension, "I must say, your choice of attire is rather... unconventional for an event of this stature. And those combat boots! Are you trying to distract us from your lack of substance?"
Ms. Luth raised an eyebrow and replied with a sly grin, "Oh, Mr. Snoot, I simply thought I'd add a touch of rebellion to this otherwise staid gathering. As for substance, my words speak for themselves. Though, I'm flattered you're so concerned. I am touched."
Another writer, a woman known for her prim and proper demeanor, chimed in, "Ms. Luth, darling, your attitude is quite off-putting."
"A lady should be demure and agreeable, not so assertive." Ms. Luth chuckled and said, "My dear, being a lady is about being true to oneself, not conforming to outdated expectations. And as for being agreeable, let's agree to disagree."
Then an inexperienced young journalist, eager to make a name for himself, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "Ms. - isn't it true that your success is mostly due to your provocative image rather than your talent?"
Ms. Luth leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, sweetheart, my image may get them through the door, but it's my words that keep them reading. Just like how your sensationalism might grab attention, but it won't keep it for long."
An awkward silence fell as Ms. Luth's one-liners left her critics momentarily stunned. She continued to navigate the event with grace, her confidence unwavering, as she engaged in delightful conversations with admirers who appreciated both her wit and her words.
Throughout the evening, her critics couldn't help but notice the genuine admiration and respect she commanded from her fans. Her unique blend of confidence, intellect, and post-punk style left a lasting impression.
As the night came to a close, Mr. Theodore Snoot approached Ms. Luth once more, this time with a more genuine smile. "Ms. Luth," he said, "perhaps I've been too quick to judge. Your writing truly speaks for itself, and your spirit is something to be admired." Ms. Luth graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Snoot and remember, it's always a good idea to judge a book by its content, not its cover."
With a twinkle in her eye and a nod to her newfound admirer, Ms. Luth walked away, leaving her critics with a newfound respect for both her literary talent and her unapologetic post-punk attitude. In the end, it was clear that Ms. Luth's words and wisdom were her most powerful weapons against the critics who tried to undermine her.
⨔Fin
Dear readers, here are some witty comebacks for you all to try:
When asked:
What have you been doing?
"Oh, you know, the usual. Dodging responsibilities like Neo dodges bullets in The Matrix."
What's the latest rumor?
"Well, I've heard a rumor that rumors are my favorite source of entertainment!"
A good response to "And all these rumors? Are they true?"
"Ah, you know how it goes, some rumors are like unicorns: everyone talks about them, but they're pretty hard to find in reality!"
A witty response to "We thought you died."
"Well, I did hear that rumor, but I guess I'm here to prove it wrong – like a phoenix rising from the ashes of speculation!"
A not so witty response to "We thought you died?"
"Well, I'm not sitting on a cloud with a harp, and I have the pleasure of your company?"
Resigner💜
Reminding you all that this is a safe space to unwind, maybe be entertained, and reflect. (Yes, I am aware that you are reading this in on a social network, but stay here and don't get lost in the chaos.)
As always, signing off with some music.
#justmoveforward
🪝Will Red ever wake, and what is Cinders plotting?
Is this a stupid question?
~ Cause if you are assuming I'm a diva, you are just wrong.
At least not right now. Speak to me later.
Drained
~ A short story.
Once upon a time, in a bustling literary world, there lived an upcoming new writer named Ms. Luth. Ms. Luth was celebrated for her brilliant storytelling and sharp wit, but she was also known for her unique post-punk fashion sense and unapologetic attitude.
She had a penchant for wearing leather jackets adorned with patches, fishnet stockings, and chunky combat boots. Her striking appearance and confidence drew as much attention as her words.
One extremely hot afternoon, Ms. Luth was invited to a prestigious literary event in the heart of New York City. As she entered the grand hall, the whispers and stares from the guests were impossible to ignore.
Some critics and fellow writers couldn't resist making snide remarks about her appearance.
A prominent literary critic, Mr. Theodore Snoot, approached Ms. Luth with a condescending smile.
"My dear Ms. Luth," he began, his tone dripping with condescension, "I must say, your choice of attire is rather... unconventional for an event of this stature. And those combat boots! Are you trying to distract us from your lack of substance?"
Ms. Luth raised an eyebrow and replied with a sly grin, "Oh, Mr. Snoot, I simply thought I'd add a touch of rebellion to this otherwise staid gathering. As for substance, my words speak for themselves. Though, I'm flattered you're so concerned. I am touched."
Another writer, a woman known for her prim and proper demeanor, chimed in, "Ms. Luth, darling, your attitude is quite off-putting."
"A lady should be demure and agreeable, not so assertive." Ms. Luth chuckled and said, "My dear, being a lady is about being true to oneself, not conforming to outdated expectations. And as for being agreeable, let's agree to disagree."
Then an inexperienced young journalist, eager to make a name for himself, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "Ms. - isn't it true that your success is mostly due to your provocative image rather than your talent?"
Ms. Luth leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, sweetheart, my image may get them through the door, but it's my words that keep them reading. Just like how your sensationalism might grab attention, but it won't keep it for long."
An awkward silence fell as Ms. Luth's one-liners left her critics momentarily stunned. She continued to navigate the event with grace, her confidence unwavering, as she engaged in delightful conversations with admirers who appreciated both her wit and her words.
Throughout the evening, her critics couldn't help but notice the genuine admiration and respect she commanded from her fans. Her unique blend of confidence, intellect, and post-punk style left a lasting impression.
As the night came to a close, Mr. Theodore Snoot approached Ms. Luth once more, this time with a more genuine smile. "Ms. Luth," he said, "perhaps I've been too quick to judge. Your writing truly speaks for itself, and your spirit is something to be admired." Ms. Luth graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Snoot and remember, it's always a good idea to judge a book by its content, not its cover."
With a twinkle in her eye and a nod to her newfound admirer, Ms. Luth walked away, leaving her critics with a newfound respect for both her literary talent and her unapologetic post-punk attitude. In the end, it was clear that Ms. Luth's words and wisdom were her most powerful weapons against the critics who tried to undermine her.
⨔Fin
Dear readers, here are some witty comebacks for you all to try:
When asked:
What have you been doing?
"Oh, you know, the usual. Dodging responsibilities like Neo dodges bullets in The Matrix."
What's the latest rumor?
"Well, I've heard a rumor that rumors are my favorite source of entertainment!"
A good response to "And all these rumors? Are they true?"
"Ah, you know how it goes, some rumors are like unicorns: everyone talks about them, but they're pretty hard to find in reality!"
A witty response to "We thought you died."
"Well, I did hear that rumor, but I guess I'm here to prove it wrong – like a phoenix rising from the ashes of speculation!"
A not so witty response to "We thought you died?"
"Well, I'm not sitting on a cloud with a harp, and I have the pleasure of your company?"
Resigner💜
Reminding you all that this is a safe space to unwind, maybe be entertained, and reflect. (Yes, I am aware that you are reading this in on a social network, but stay here and don't get lost in the chaos.)
As always, signing off with some music.
#justmoveforward
🪝Will Red ever wake, and what is Cinders plotting?
Is this a stupid question?
~ Cause if you are assuming I'm a diva, you are just wrong.
At least not right now. Speak to me later.
Drained
~ A short story.
Once upon a time, in a bustling literary world, there lived an upcoming new writer named Ms. Luth. Ms. Luth was celebrated for her brilliant storytelling and sharp wit, but she was also known for her unique post-punk fashion sense and unapologetic attitude.
She had a penchant for wearing leather jackets adorned with patches, fishnet stockings, and chunky combat boots. Her striking appearance and confidence drew as much attention as her words.
One extremely hot afternoon, Ms. Luth was invited to a prestigious literary event in the heart of New York City. As she entered the grand hall, the whispers and stares from the guests were impossible to ignore.
Some critics and fellow writers couldn't resist making snide remarks about her appearance.
A prominent literary critic, Mr. Theodore Snoot, approached Ms. Luth with a condescending smile.
"My dear Ms. Luth," he began, his tone dripping with condescension, "I must say, your choice of attire is rather... unconventional for an event of this stature. And those combat boots! Are you trying to distract us from your lack of substance?"
Ms. Luth raised an eyebrow and replied with a sly grin, "Oh, Mr. Snoot, I simply thought I'd add a touch of rebellion to this otherwise staid gathering. As for substance, my words speak for themselves. Though, I'm flattered you're so concerned. I am touched."
Another writer, a woman known for her prim and proper demeanor, chimed in, "Ms. Luth, darling, your attitude is quite off-putting."
"A lady should be demure and agreeable, not so assertive." Ms. Luth chuckled and said, "My dear, being a lady is about being true to oneself, not conforming to outdated expectations. And as for being agreeable, let's agree to disagree."
Then an inexperienced young journalist, eager to make a name for himself, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "Ms. - isn't it true that your success is mostly due to your provocative image rather than your talent?"
Ms. Luth leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, sweetheart, my image may get them through the door, but it's my words that keep them reading. Just like how your sensationalism might grab attention, but it won't keep it for long."
An awkward silence fell as Ms. Luth's one-liners left her critics momentarily stunned. She continued to navigate the event with grace, her confidence unwavering, as she engaged in delightful conversations with admirers who appreciated both her wit and her words.
Throughout the evening, her critics couldn't help but notice the genuine admiration and respect she commanded from her fans. Her unique blend of confidence, intellect, and post-punk style left a lasting impression.
As the night came to a close, Mr. Theodore Snoot approached Ms. Luth once more, this time with a more genuine smile. "Ms. Luth," he said, "perhaps I've been too quick to judge. Your writing truly speaks for itself, and your spirit is something to be admired." Ms. Luth graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Snoot and remember, it's always a good idea to judge a book by its content, not its cover."
With a twinkle in her eye and a nod to her newfound admirer, Ms. Luth walked away, leaving her critics with a newfound respect for both her literary talent and her unapologetic post-punk attitude. In the end, it was clear that Ms. Luth's words and wisdom were her most powerful weapons against the critics who tried to undermine her.
⨔Fin
Dear readers, here are some witty comebacks for you all to try:
When asked:
What have you been doing?
"Oh, you know, the usual. Dodging responsibilities like Neo dodges bullets in The Matrix."
What's the latest rumor?
"Well, I've heard a rumor that rumors are my favorite source of entertainment!"
A good response to "And all these rumors? Are they true?"
"Ah, you know how it goes, some rumors are like unicorns: everyone talks about them, but they're pretty hard to find in reality!"
A witty response to "We thought you died."
"Well, I did hear that rumor, but I guess I'm here to prove it wrong – like a phoenix rising from the ashes of speculation!"
A not so witty response to "We thought you died?"
"Well, I'm not sitting on a cloud with a harp, and I have the pleasure of your company?"
Resigner💜
Reminding you all that this is a safe space to unwind, maybe be entertained, and reflect. (Yes, I am aware that you are reading this in on a social network, but stay here and don't get lost in the chaos.)
As always, signing off with some music.
#justmoveforward
🪝Will Red ever wake, and what is Cinders plotting?
