I was playing with the boss's dog with the laser. She was repeatedly trying to bite the floor to get the red dot. Now the dot is gone and she's trying to dig through the floor to find it....
To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
tommyrot - Jan 25, 2005 6:11:44 am PST #412 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Gudanov - Jan 25, 2005 6:49:49 am PST #413 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping
Hey, I know where Ginger's tag comes from. Cool.
-t - Jan 25, 2005 6:50:07 am PST #414 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
From, um, someone who's real name doesn't connect to a Buffista for me....
That was me, tommyrot, but using my work e-mail. I honestly don't even know what shows up in the "From:" header on that thing.
Susan W. - Jan 25, 2005 7:01:56 am PST #415 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Thanks for all the whiskey tips, y'all. Calli, thanks especially for the history. I've decided that instead of a family distillery, the whiskey in question comes from an illegal distillery run by one of the family's tenants, and that they're happy to turn a blind eye in return for access to the stuff.
Which has set me to thinking more about the heroine's cousin's family than I really meant to, or is likely to have any relevance to the story at hand--a lot of the Highland lairds had evicted many of their tenants and enclosed their lands for sheep by then. Were they among them? And which side would their grandparents have been on in the '45? Stuff like that. It wouldn't hurt me to make up my mind, just to clarify what kind of people these are, but that doesn't mean I need to talk about in my book. If I'm not careful, my tightly plotted 400-page romance will turn into a rambly 800-page family saga on me, and that's a much harder first sale.
Daisy Jane - Jan 25, 2005 7:07:26 am PST #416 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That's true, Susan. You don't have to include any of those things in the novel itself, but deciding who the people are, helps make them more real and consistent.
Scrappy - Jan 25, 2005 7:07:43 am PST #417 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Ach, I was up all night sick to my stomach, guess I got that thing that's going around. Can't keep a thing down. NOT favorite feeling.
msbelle - Jan 25, 2005 7:08:38 am PST #418 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
pobrecita. that is awful. dry toast and water for you.
§ ita § - Jan 25, 2005 7:11:32 am PST #419 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, poor Robin. We've been discussing dumb reasons one has to take sick time off (I won), but you're not vaguely in that category. That's rough and horrible, and I wish you all the ginger calm in the world. If you can even handle that much.
Lee - Jan 25, 2005 7:31:49 am PST #420 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ick. Poor Robin.
The power went out in my building (actually half the complex) this morning, and was still out when I left, so my day started with a walk down 8 flights of stairs.
Kind of wish I'd thought of that before I put on the 2 1/2 inch heels, but since no power=no coffee, that wasn't too likely.
msbelle - Jan 25, 2005 7:35:24 am PST #421 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
In my head, I'm all - WHAT ARE YOU WEARING HEELS FOR IN THE SNOW!!!??? But then I remember where you are and the crazy unnaturalness of your winters.