Anybody who puts their kid on this horse who bolted right down outside the grocery store is asking to be taken for a ride. This fella will take your mind for a real nice trip with his emotional instability. And don’t expect any help from his ne’er-do-well friends! Harrumph.
In case you’re wondering, yes, they needed a boom mic to catch all my whispers into the wind.
When I stay up late knitting my brow and Interknotting my self-esteem into a big ball of hyperlinked yarn, the next morning, Gchat boils down to a telling moment.
P.S. This comic is great.
Here is an NPR “Tell Me More” segment I did in conjunction with that lil’ ol’ article posted below. Enjoy my wide-eyed voice!
FYI diplomats, foreign embarrassadors, and Perez Hiltons of the Dorna Star in Galaxy 5B, all my secrets are now available in The Washington Post via profile piece.
Sorry, WikiLeaks, I felt like going the classic route with my bean spilling.
In case you’re wondering, no stuffed animals were harmed in the making of the photos. In fact, the camera used was sensitive to light, but also feelings.
Spoiler alert: I live at the end.
The Washington Post has facially profiled me here.
With photos and everything! Click for the reading, stay for the weeping.
Here is the first paragraph to draw you in:
“Hi!” says Aparna Nancherla, 28, from the stage. “It’s okay, you guys, I’m surprised I’m a comedian, too!” The audience here for open-mike night at the Topaz Hotel laughs at the self-awareness of the joke — understanding, perhaps, that this short, slight Indian American woman with her low-key delivery looks more like a high school student. “Your eyes will adjust,” she adds.
Dun dun dun…
Welcome to my new and only website, web voyagers! Finally, here is a cozy pit stop on the Internet for all my goings-onses and thingamadoos. Stay for a nip, why not? And stay tuned for the cozy crackle of fresh news over the wire. This wowsterpiece was mindstormed by me, and designed/executed to life by the wonderiffic Nadia Gomez! Ever yours in branding, Aparna