::squeezes the stuffing out of Ginger::

::throws in a smooch for good measure::

I'm glad the Nichols manhunt is over. I was worried about you, DF and the team. Now I can sleep tonight.

Isn't it always about the dress?

Hell yeah. Silk mikado fabric waits for no one.

Yeah. There's something funny about a reason to live being whatnot imo. Weird 21st century etiquette conundrum: My brother just read in Capitol Times that Representative S., in another district is an out-and-proud bisexual woman...it was news to him but not to me, which means we had a class together or went to NOW meetings or YD's back in the day because it's not like somebody's like "Nice day. You know I like women too, right?" But I cannot remember where I know her from!

I feel like I'm in (and have been) in the shithouse with some family members but no one says anything so I don't know if I'm being paranoid or what.

It's frustrating, because there's a part of me that wants to yell and scream and shake things until how people really feel comes tumbling out. But then I realize that a) it would never happen that way and b) even if it did, do I really even want to deal with that passive aggressive BS?

{{{Nora}}}

Sometimes you have to force people to face things they would prefer to keep hidden. Who's being rude and gauche by continuing to punish you for innocent slights committed years ago? Maybe they need a shove to get over it and move on. If they don't, it's not your fault and you can't keep berating yourself for past mistakes. You've obviously learned from them, so there's no way in hell you're a lost cause.

Nora, nothing to offer but btdt. (In my experience trying to face it head on added nothing, but my family are almost all walking affect disorders, as the Bitches know, so it might be different with, you know, people.)

{{ Nora}}

honestly, I'd have a hard time not saying " have I done some thing to offend?" and when some one says "no" I'd say " good, because the last time I found out I had , it was 3 years after the fact, which was useless"

{{{Nora}}}

In mememe stuff, please tell me I'm not the world's worst idiot. Remember that article I posted about in Great Write and linked to on my LJ? My first bylined anything since 2003? Well, it turns out it wasn't as live as I thought--it was up as part of beta-testing, and is not actually part of the site's official launch scheduled for next week. I'd just assumed that since there was live content on the site and some of it was mine, it had launched already. Which I think was a logical thing to assume, though I remembered being surprised the editor hadn't emailed everyone, since she's been generally sending updates. And my article isn't one of the ones being used in the initial launch.

So I used it as a clip. Including as a direct link in an email query. A link which no longer exists.

I just emailed the editor telling her what had happened, apologizing (for what, I'm not sure, but I was feeling all embarrassed and grovelly and like I should've known better somehow) and asking where my article is on the editorial calendar so I can explain to the other editor what happened.

Please help me get that stupid superstitious part of me that's wanting to regard this as a Bad Omen to shut the hell up. Because, you see, it was a good omen to sell on my first query of 2005, after having nothing under my byline in all of 2004, so having a problem related to that article feels like a reversal of fortune. Which is completely stupid and illogical and superstitious.

Did I kill it with my "OMG I'm so embarrassed & feel like an idiot" story?

Come back, Bitches!

t waves at Susan

I tend to worry way too much about that type of thing too, Susan, but there are bound to be glitches in a new web site and the editor you sent the clip to probably realizes that too. I looked at it (great article, by the way), and I certainly didn't have any clue that it was a preliminary version of the site.

Susan, it is not a bad omen. Talk to the editor. Don't grovel; you have nothing to grovel about.

Maria, OMG, I am in love with your dress. When you're done getting married in it, can I please marry it? When's your date, again?

Susan, what everyone else said. I'd just be repeating good advice already given.

Maria, OMG, I am in love with your dress. When you're done getting married in it, can I please marry it? When's your date, again?

Hee! October 1, this year. Yes, you can marry it, but I'd still like to visit every once in a while. But, um, won't Saget be uncomfortable sleeping on the floor?