Heh. Threadkiller, what Ginger said. "Not Manson! Not Manson!" would also be a goodie.

My whole thing was, "You can't do that twenty times in twenty minutes? Why not? Oh - you have to recharge, like a battery, or something. Damn. Who knew?" My brain is peculiar sometimes, to say the least.

a late Discovery

4 AM. Neighbor's car wakes me.

Bladder: "Since you're awake . . ."

Crawl out of bed carefully, not to wake that guy next to me that I'm still getting used to.

Stumble down hall, no lights. If we wake up further, we'll stay awake.

Bathroom, can find my way in the dark, turn around, bend knees.

Keep going. Catch myself, but not before my butt gets wet.

I'm awake now.

Living with a guy is different.

Hee.

Hah! that's great connie!

Fortunately it didn't take long to get him used to putting the seat down.

Even after you've lived with a guy for a while, they do backslide, though. I learned, when living with the ex, to put out my hand to check the status of the seat before sitting.

My ex-boss' wife was the only woman in their house. She made him AND both their sons pee sitting down. This might explain a lot about why my ex-boss is the way he is.

Hee! connie, excellent.

OK. I'm floating. I'm completely gobsmacked. This isn't writing, except that my agency forwarded it on to me. ANd also, that this is reminiscient of the whole Callowen House Arts Festival in my series.

(deep breath)

I just got an envelope, addressed to me, reallyo trulyo, inviting me to the Renaissance Weekend this Labour Day.

I'm reeling. If you read the FAQ, it says that the invite is issued on the basis on nomination and recommendation by past participants and members of the advisory board.

Who in hell nominated me?

And oh, yes, we are so going. For a moment of "WHUZZAH?" from outer space, click the "media and Comments" page, or the FAQ.

I may go out of my frellin' mind, trying to figure out who recced me for this off that list. Apparently, Bill Clinton's involved in it, but that would be too damned much to hope for.

Anyway. Sorry. I had to squee.

Hells, yeah, Deb. Squee like a squeeing thing. That is so cool!

One of the things the invite wants to know is, is there something in which I specialise, that I would be willing to share with teenagers, as one of the "group meeting" things?

I could do one one writing. I wonder whose kids I'd be teaching? In looking at their sample past weekends, "On writing" has been handled by a few names.