Deb, insent.
I'd love to read your new one.
I'l give you feedback! I have feedback coming out of my bottom!
Book: I believe I just... I think I'm on the wrong ship. Inara: Maybe. Or maybe you're exactly where you ought to be.
'Serenity'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Strix - Jun 22, 2005 5:00:54 am PDT #2891 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Steph L. - Jun 22, 2005 5:01:30 am PDT #2892 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I have feedback coming out of my bottom!
I think you can get a prescription to help with that.
Connie Neil - Jun 22, 2005 5:04:07 am PDT #2893 of 10001
brillig
Moving the microphone away from the speaker should help, too.
Strix - Jun 22, 2005 6:06:24 am PDT #2894 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
BWAH! Getting some disturbing, yet funny, visuals to go with that...
deborah grabien - Jun 22, 2005 7:07:45 am PDT #2895 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
You move your Shure mic in, you move your Shure mic out, you move your Shure mic in, and you crank the feedback out...
Yes. Definitely disturbing.
NoiseDesign - Jun 22, 2005 8:26:08 am PDT #2896 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Would now be a good time to point out that in the industry a wireless transmitter plugged onto the bottom of a regular microphone, like a Shure SM57, is called a butt plug?
Strix - Jun 22, 2005 10:44:03 am PDT #2897 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Ha! Yes, it's the perfect time to mention that!
Hee.
Deb, I'm 116 pages in and having a helluva a good time. I think you have a winner, here. And you have saved my FUCKING sanity at work today. I have answered maybe 5 phone calls. And delivered the mail. That's maybe 15 minutes of work. It's 2:45.
Ok, back under the story.
erikaj - Jun 22, 2005 10:52:06 am PDT #2898 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
My "meat" drabble, sort of beautifully painful, I think
Mallory knows that bodies are just meat when the souls are gone.(He is not even sure he believes in souls anymore, but that’s what they call the human spark at St. Jerome’s.) He thinks maybe communion should be a bit of steak, slightly underdone, not bread at all, but he keeps quiet because he knows it’s The Job fucking with his brain. He has seen that meat done every possible way after all. Burned, shot, tenderized with ballpeen hammers until he shuddered a little in the hardware store. Normal things are not normal to him sometimes. Even church, which had been bred into him in Chicago, and thus at least a monthly ritual has been hard to face, when, hearing the familiar cadence of the “Our Father” he spoke from another piece of rote.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
Allyson applauded his statement. Allyson thinks everything is a statement, but she has told him she thinks of herself as a piece of spoiled meat sometimes, which though she laughs afterward breaks his heart as if she were his own daughter. Maybe she needs a few less statements.
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deborah grabien - Jun 22, 2005 11:35:07 am PDT #2899 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, man, erika. Painful and yes, beautifully so.
erikaj - Jun 22, 2005 11:55:43 am PDT #2900 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I don't mean to praise myself, exactly, this was one of those that fell in my lap and I wasn't really aware of having to craft it much..so it was like looking at an already-written paragraph on my desk or something. And, yes, I am pinko crime junkie enough to have to bite my tongue so as not to give the flag the Miranda warning...something about how it sounds...the sound of people mumbling something they've said a billion times without thinking, or maybe there's something in the actual...rhythm that is the same. Or the union hall triggers memories of my past life... Wow, I should be a poet, shouldn't I? Talking about rhythm and past-life memories and such. But I'm not. Not lately. (My brother is gonna be so embarrassed if I do that.)