Now I am earwormed with "Photographs and Memories" and am very sad. Please send cupcakes.
Congratulations to the class of 1999. You all proved more or less adequate.
Snyder ,'Chosen'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Betsy HP - Mar 16, 2005 10:39:15 am PST #632 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 10:45:25 am PST #633 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(chanting) Jilli's in a mooo-ood, Jilli's in a mooo-ood!
Atropa - Mar 16, 2005 10:52:01 am PST #634 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
(chanting) Jilli's in a mooo-ood, Jilli's in a mooo-ood!
Jilli doesn't want to stare at the design specs for the new version of the product she's working on.
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 11:17:18 am PST #635 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deb will gladly look at Jilli's design specs if it takes Deb's mind off how much she wants to run amok in the senate with her crossbow right now.
Pix - Mar 16, 2005 11:18:32 am PST #636 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Deb, I'm planning on reading the manuscript this weekend--is that going to be too late?
deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2005 11:19:55 am PST #637 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Kristin, nope, not too late at all.
Amy - Mar 16, 2005 11:49:47 am PST #638 of 10001
Because books.
The matching collar and bag made the decision for me. Any girl who took the trouble to trick herself out like that played by the rules. She’d be polite, maybe a bit cautious, but she wouldn’t want to make a scene. She wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful. It wouldn’t be nice.
It was almost too easy, when I picked up a ticket receipt and asked if it was hers. She smiled, edging her glasses back up her nose, and I could see it all in that moment—the bar just outside the station, the alley beyond that. My car.
The end.
Betsy HP - Mar 16, 2005 11:56:09 am PST #639 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Brrrrr.
Connie Neil - Mar 16, 2005 12:01:53 pm PST #640 of 10001
brillig
I can't think of anything for the other pictures. Anything that's not already been done. It's very frustrating.
Liese S. - Mar 16, 2005 12:19:36 pm PST #641 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
for posterity
Everyone knew eventually one of them would fill Annette's shoes.
Barb had insisted on the bash. "It's your responsibility, Hugh." What else did they have to do? One could only take so many tropical vacations.
Gloria pressed the camera into my palms. "Go on, dear, just snap a few. For posterity, you know." Her laughter rippled like her dresses.
Later they'd blame the alcohol. Barb's voice dropped when she was angry; Gloria's became shrill.
But when they had all gone, I cleared the glasses, emptied the ashtrays, tucked the children into bed.
Hugh was still sitting there. "Anita." I went to him. I always did.