Suicide prevention!
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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.
The fourth thing is to get over herself.
Nah, she'll just get married next. There's a gazillion-dollar industry out there that exists to serve people who think and write exactly like this.
One of my favorite Cerberus gags was when Red Sophia whipped off her brass bra and said to Cerebus, "What do you think of .... THESE?"
He replied: "I think they'd probably heal if you stopped wearing chainmail."
Look at all the wonderful people, doing such a great job at feeding the denial I need to maintain, to keep my sanity discerning the truth in a situation, with just a few words.
Oh, and Narrator's here, too.
Dammit, Betsy, I was just coming to tell her that those weren't kids, they were droids.
If only, ita. If only.
If wishes were horses
And children were droids
Pains in the ass
Would be limited to roids.
Chris broke out again?
Heh. Nope. Kicked out. They've all been banished outside, so that my walls will still be standing at the end of the day. Narrator, he's going to turn 5 on Sunday. He's going to Kindergarten in September.
Where the frilly heck have you been, anyhow? I want you to get a different job, one with less actual work.
I would have been more curious if you had mentioned another kind of body hair...
::abandons plans for chain mail underwear::
The fourth thing is to get over herself.
I think this needs to be moved to number one.
she'll just get married next.
And probably be the cause of one of those 5,000-word posts on EtiquetteHell.com? No doubt.
I would kind of like to have that much hubris for a day, though. Just to see what it felt like to believe that if I wanted something, I would get it.
I'm fairly certain I've seen chainmail bikinis offered for sale.
Just to see what it felt like to believe that if I wanted something, I would get it.
Actually, I do this everytime I pick up the phone to tell someone to give me something for an auction or something. Hm.
I am endlessly amused by people who are SURE that The Rules (not the regressive dating book; just, you know, Life's Rules) don't apply to them. That they are SO special, and such a shining star in the firmament that they don't NEED to have a professional-looking resume, and OF COURSE the Intern Coordinator should drop everything to get back to her immediately and soothe her delicate baby feelings.
These people baffle me. Sometimes they don't even have the arrogance and entitlement, just the firm conviction that the Rules don't make sense. There's a man in my critique group who is on many levels a better writer than I am, but I swear I'll be published first just because I'm happy to submit my work in standard format. He thinks his 1.5-spaced sans-serif font stuff "stands out" and is "easier to read" than doublespaced Courier or TNR.