They're having a meeting and they never told me where it is...I'm wounded. I'm also dialling in from my desk which I kinda prefer, but the principle stands. Also, they started it almost 20 minutes late.
Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding on to false hope, but…I knew you'd come back. You're like…you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Oh…he's alive Frodo. He's alive.
Andrew ,'Damage'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Nov 29, 2010 6:40:43 am PST #7877 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
msbelle - Nov 29, 2010 6:43:52 am PST #7878 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
thanks Perkins, got it.
Lee - Nov 29, 2010 6:44:25 am PST #7879 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Vortex, having now found the post in Bitches, it's still not me, but I can pretend it is!
Spidra Webster - Nov 29, 2010 6:46:21 am PST #7880 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
That is frustrating, ita. I hate poor office communication.
I got the first taker on my holiday special yesterday. And it turns out he's an editor on "Castle" so that feels pretty cool.
Vortex - Nov 29, 2010 6:46:41 am PST #7881 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
okay, if no one claims by day's end, I will send it to you!
Lee - Nov 29, 2010 6:48:10 am PST #7882 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
okay, if no one claims by day's end, I will send it to you!
Excellent! Thanks!
tommyrot - Nov 29, 2010 6:50:13 am PST #7883 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
'Reasoning With Vampires' Picks Apart Stephenie Meyer's Writing in the Twilight Saga
If you can't stand the Twilight saga, you'll love "Reasoning With Vampires." This blog, written by a serious grammar stickler, picks apart Stephenie Meyer's popular vampire novels and offers constructive criticism down to the sentence level. The author took on the project because he or she has "given up all hope that any rule of writing has emerged unscathed from the clumsy hands of Meyer."
Awkward word choices! Poor grammar! Weak characterization! Twilight's got them by the truckload, and Reasoning With Vampires catalogues them with no mercy. The blog is now up to 30 pages of deconstructed Meyerisms, using diagrams to point out everything from how psychologically disturbed Edward is to how many comma splices Meyer employs. Highlights include "Passage in Which The Reader Discovers Bella is not a Plumber" and "Alternatives to Stalking."
-t - Nov 29, 2010 6:54:43 am PST #7884 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Surgery~ma for Kathy and interview~ma for beth.
Love all of lisah's prospective vows.
I am off to order the grave marker in a little bit - as soon as I finish my coffee and get dressed. I think I am fully prepared - consulted my MiL and everything. I'll probably have lunch with my mom after. And there's a TJ's not far from the memorial chapel, so I can go get myself some cream for tomorrow's coffee, and potatoes and jelly donuts for the holiday. Possibly deep-fried mac & cheese if that is for real.
Lee - Nov 29, 2010 7:02:00 am PST #7885 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hope it's not too hard a day, -t.
Possibly deep-fried mac & cheese if that is for real.
I think it is! So did the person next to me yesterday.
msbelle - Nov 29, 2010 7:03:22 am PST #7886 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Chicago Bob, As I sat to write these vows I was overcome with emotion, or perhaps it was gas, but the point is, I was feeling a little bloated. First things first, let's all just acknowledge that I am a sexy bitch and you are lucky as hell to spend the rest of your days with me. People, am I right? OK, now that that is out of the way, You, you are...wait, I had the stuff about you here somewhere (fumble with paper)....I swear, I really wrote some topnotch schmaltz. Well, um, off the top of my head: A is for Awesome, which you are; B is for Bob, your name, duh; C is for Chicago, where there is a lovely condo for sale if anyone is interested;.........