But she did in her newborn pictures.
And here is why I'm not a proofreader.
Fred: The size and depth of the wound indicate a female vampire. Harmony: Or gay! Fred: Um…it doesn't really work like that.
'Harm's Way'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Amy - Apr 07, 2005 8:40:25 am PDT #1902 of 10001
Because books.
DavidS - Apr 07, 2005 8:43:41 am PDT #1903 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm glad Betsy explained the ship stuff, 'cuz for someone who's read all 20 of the Aubrey/Maturin books, I'm still awfully fuzzy on naval tactics.
They called them Ships of the Line because that aspect of naval battle strategy was so deeply and thoroughly entrenched.
Sorry for the super suckitude week, Cashmere. Spring should bring good things. Like, DST and A's wins.
Cashmere - Apr 07, 2005 8:47:58 am PDT #1904 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
When I used to spend time on baby naming boards, there were always teenagers who enjoyed fantasizing about the children they were going to have one day and the very elaborate names they were going to give them. Often this would turn into pretending to be pregnant, and then announcing the names and births of the children, who were usually twins or triplets, complete with posted photos of "their" babies in matching outfits. It was pretty obvious that this was fantasy rather than reality, because inevitably the girls would reveal their ignorance of pregnancy, birth, and life with newborns.
This is pretty fucked up. I'm glad I never ventured to those boards.
erikaj - Apr 07, 2005 8:49:05 am PDT #1905 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok, so my week, not so nice, but nobody died. Yet. All my kvetching, I'm waiting for the Fickle Finger of Fate to poke me, though.
Cashmere - Apr 07, 2005 8:52:11 am PDT #1906 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
erika, I'd offer to break the knuckles on that Fickle Finger.
Where's the best place to find food coloring for cake decorating? I looked in the grocery and couldn't find it.
Sean K - Apr 07, 2005 8:54:05 am PDT #1907 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Punctuation, Cash.
Freaky piercings are ew. As are freaky teenage chicks pretending to be pregnant.
Ok, so my week, not so nice, but nobody died. Yet. All my kvetching, I'm waiting for the Fickle Finger of Fate to poke me, though.
I'm rooting for the good kind of poke for you erika.
erikaj - Apr 07, 2005 8:57:06 am PDT #1908 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok, because apparently the God I'm not sure I believe in is vengeful, anyway. I hate it when that happens. Edited quite a few pages...it's a drag that I spend as much time taking out words as putting them in in the first place.ETA: Aw, Sean. How nice. And disgusting. Thanks very much.
Connie Neil - Apr 07, 2005 8:58:50 am PDT #1909 of 10001
brillig
it's a drag that I spend as much time taking out words as putting them in in the first place.
wrod. I've got a book that's got a few interesting checklists of things to keep in mind when going over writing, but it's all couched in this "the first draft was just indulgence, revision is where the fun is!" I think the author is a whack job.
Cashmere - Apr 07, 2005 8:59:58 am PDT #1910 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
it's a drag that I spend as much time taking out words as putting them in in the first place
BWAH. I think editing is even more painful than writing. Painful, but usually necessary.
I'm dragging today. The house is a wreck (as the result of us being gone for two days) and it smells strongly of dog. I need to get around to spring cleaning at some point. Maybe this summer.
erikaj - Apr 07, 2005 9:03:30 am PDT #1911 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
And you don't have to do it one-handed, either, am I right? But on the plus side, I think I made the right choices. Don't know, Connie, it does sound like something a patient, crafter-type might say, but that is Not Me, infinity. Part of me still hoped it would all be perfect.