Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.

Lorne ,'Time Bomb'


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.


-t - Dec 07, 2010 10:06:36 am PST #9455 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I hope the actual reading goes more smoothly than the planning for the reading, Allyson.

I completely forgot about a vet appointment yesterday. Oops. Rescheduled to Thursday. And called Comcast to cancel my TV service while I was at it, but it was cheaper to keep the basic cable, but still, net effect = lower bill.


Lee - Dec 07, 2010 10:07:10 am PST #9456 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Yesterday I got bitched at for going to urgent care instead of calling the oncology department, and I was told I had to go to the infusion center today so that the oncology doctor could see me, except there weren't any appointments available when the doctor would be there, so she told her nurse to come see me, or at least I was told she did. Either that didn't happen, or the nurse forgot, and then the nurse was too busy to come see me, even after I waited almost half an hour for her.

I feel like calling back and explaining again why I went to urgent care.


-t - Dec 07, 2010 10:11:34 am PST #9457 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Damn good thing you did go to urgent care, that's ridiculous! Are you still waiting?


meara - Dec 07, 2010 10:16:14 am PST #9458 of 30001

jeez, Consuela that's ridiculous. Also, ita.

In "I am ridiculous" news, last month I tried sending some money from my bank account (ebillpay) to my mortgage company. It worked, except they randomly put it in the escrow money. Um, OK. It was $100, whatev'. So this month I apparently decided to see if sending them the exact amount from ebillpay would work. ...except I forgot I did that. So I also went "Oh crap, why did I throw away the envelope? Quick, let me mail a mortgage payment on the 5th!" Today I went in to pay other bills and blinked at the 12/1 payment. Um. Good thing I have some reserves in my bank account, I guess!!


Consuela - Dec 07, 2010 10:18:21 am PST #9459 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I sent the email, saying:

I am sure the two years of delays on this process are not a statement by the agency on my value, but it's certainly beginning to feel that way.

That's nonconfrontational enough, right?

But I didn't cc the Big Boss, just my current supervisor and the one I'm supposed to be hired by. I suspect my supervisor may well send it on to the Big Boss.

I do feel like I've been dicked around, for no good reason.


Lee - Dec 07, 2010 10:18:40 am PST #9460 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Are you still waiting?

Only for the nurse to call me, which she said she would. I figure I'll probably have to call her later to remind her.


Amy - Dec 07, 2010 10:24:49 am PST #9461 of 30001
Because books.

I would call and remind her, and then scold them all, Perkins.

Does this sound like the kind of quote you'd be happy to get if you wrote this book?

AUTHOR’s sharp, funny, moving novel is a reminder that the most important lessons never take place in a classroom. This is an honest look at the beginning of life without a net, and it rings true on every page.


Zenkitty - Dec 07, 2010 10:26:32 am PST #9462 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

"I shall dress as a bedraggled bat and go up to each and every customer in your store and beg them to buy the book or else I won't be able to eat. If they're unwilling to buy the book, I'll ask if they any insects on them that I could eat."

Bwah! Laughed out loud.

I guess I underget how much authors have to do on their own to sell books.

Perhaps I am simply a coward, but I swear, the idea of having to market and sell my books my own self was the final proverbial nail in the coffin of my fond dreams of becoming a published writer. I can't do it. It's simply not worth the utter terror I would feel if confronted with the expectation that I would have to go to my own bookreading armed with entertainment for a horde of children.


brenda m - Dec 07, 2010 10:33:11 am PST #9463 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

meara, as I understand it, it's typical practice with mortgages that you have to specifically direct them to put any additional money towards the principal.


Jesse - Dec 07, 2010 10:34:05 am PST #9464 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I do feel like I've been dicked around, for no good reason.

Ugh. I imagine it's more a case of them not paying attention to something that isn't a problem at this exact moment, though, right?

Does this sound like the kind of quote you'd be happy to get if you wrote this book?

Yes.