Hey, I've been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself.

Wash ,'War Stories'


Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Aug 10, 2005 11:43:45 am PDT #7057 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Is her WIP that frelling good that people would pay to see it? Let the market take care of it.

But whether it is or not, it might call down the wrath of people who want to stop you from doing (or severely alter how you do) something you love. I can see getting defensive/protective in that scenario.

The price of a Krav class?

I was thinking more cuddle lounges, myself.


Jesse - Aug 10, 2005 11:45:09 am PDT #7058 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I could totally just walk out, except I bet in five minutes the woman I work with is going to email me, because we haven't spoken all day. I should probably be here for that email.

Hey, people want to give me money while I take a year off and try and establish myself as an escort/bodyguard?

What'll you do if they don't?


Jesse - Aug 10, 2005 11:46:10 am PDT #7059 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

And what creepy guy calls a date an "escort"? I know that escort is a common term for a MALE companion for some married bluehair at the Support the Pigeons Ball, but "yeah, mom, I got a job as an escort/masseuse!"? Sign me the fuck up!

I'm sure he thought about it and decided that listing an hourly rate for dating sounded even worse.


§ ita § - Aug 10, 2005 11:46:16 am PDT #7060 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

What'll you do if they don't?

Sulk? Pout? Stomp? Take all my toys and go home?

What's the standard denial protocol?


Dana - Aug 10, 2005 11:47:42 am PDT #7061 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Let the market take care of it.

Okay, but the market is stupid.

Also, some of the WiPs she was offering to finish were collaborative efforts with other writers who were not amused.


Beverly - Aug 10, 2005 11:49:10 am PDT #7062 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Alliteration, I think, Emily.

What? I'm too nap-muzzied to respond to goat-fandom-craxy stuff. Now must go feed Mom and grill chicken before it turns and kills us all.


Daisy Jane - Aug 10, 2005 11:49:16 am PDT #7063 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

We have ads for those kinds of "personal assistants" in the local weekly. It's all "attractive female" "travel involved" etc. It creeps me out. I was hired as a PA at my last job, but we changed it to admin because of the creepy factor associated with PA.


Cass - Aug 10, 2005 11:49:29 am PDT #7064 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Today has been wild. Last night I got a lead on a job. The job hasn't been posted, and the person who turned me onto it has an inside connection. Pays really well and sounds fairly exciting (actually it sounds really exciting), but not really serving the community, unless by "serving the community" you mean the community of rich local celebrities.
Sounds exciting!
What's the standard denial protocol?
WFoQI


§ ita § - Aug 10, 2005 11:51:15 am PDT #7065 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

WFoQI

Dude, you're so right.

I was hired as a PA at my last job, but we changed it to admin because of the creepy factor associated with PA.

Ha. I associate PA (now that I've moved to LA) with being overworked and underrespected and doing all sorts of things that the Geneva Convention would look poorly upon for one cranky egomaniac.


juliana - Aug 10, 2005 11:52:00 am PDT #7066 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

What's the standard denial protocol?

Flouncing and crying about how mean everyone is is the traditional opening salvo to the masterwork Goodbye, Cruel Internets.