I would take the threesomes only because I don't like heights.
OMG, SNORT. Love you, Sue.
Connie, I worry about that all the time: my computer searches run the gamut from weapons to tactics to bomb-making, to terrorist cells, to spying and hacking techniques, martial arts, how to kill someone with various household items, and how to run cons. Among other sketchy research.
Also, a lot of shoes and make-up, and a shitton of geekery.
I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?
I did NOT get Starbucks before my phone call; I drank that shit black, like medicine. Bleargh. Going to store in a few minutes.
I've only had girl/girl/boy threesomes, and I was always more interested in the boy. Liked the girl, but my Kinsey skews to the dudes. There are some boy/boy/girl threesomes I'd give a whirl, though. It's low on my list of things to do, though; I prefer to concentrate on one lover.
I guess I'm convicted as a well-shod, nicely made-up, bibliophilic criminal?
Or Mata Hari.
I've never had a threesome... could be fun with the right folks, but I think I'd choose flying.
The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence. ::facepalm::
Know that we readers appreciate it. When an author gets a detail wrong, it can throw me right out of the story and then I'm suspicious for the rest of the book
The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.
Oh, lord, yes. An hour later I look up from some site on Renaissance history and I say to myself, "I only wanted to know when Leonardo finished The Last Supper."
The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.
Perfectly acceptable. I have spent quality time looking things up for a throwaway joke. Sometimes the lion's share of the research I do doesn't even make it into the story, but it informs the plot and characterization.
Post-its have a new purpose: blinder so I can briefly read.
I know I'm not supposed to swim today. But I feel guilty anyway.
Also? I really hate the texture of my ceiling.
I don't really watch football, but whoah.
Me either, Tom. It's on at the laundromat.