Are you offering?

Sure. I could use a dead goat.

Sure. I could use a dead goat.

So dead goats are like an underground currency? I suppose, like everything else, it's rising against the dollar.

Well, I know of 2 Jamaicans that could use dead goat.

Wow. I don't post for about a day and we've gone from GC's adorable niece to puns to dead goats...up next, soul sucking and infections.

I love the Buffistas.

Well, I know of 2 Jamaicans that could use dead goat.

I think I know that one, but it starts "two Irishmen walk into a bar..."

The Dead Goat's been around for years and years--and no jokes about how it smells like it. I've never been inside, but Hubby and I did once have to frighten off a couple lurkers-with-what-looked-like-intent near there. To get to it, you have to go down an alley, and nobody wandering down the main street who doesn't know it's there is going to spot the place.

They used to be known for kickbutt bluegrass bands, but then they changed owners, and the new guy figures skin brings in more money than music.

Susan, you may be glad to hear that the alternative paper here published my letter to the editor (the corrected spelling version I sent them) that pointed out that Jane Austen was NOT a Victorian writer, but a Regency writer.

That's so cool!

In my own writing news, I accidentally discovered that I'd given a minor secondary character in the wip the same military rank and last name as a secondary character in the Sharpe books. Which wouldn't by itself engender a freakout, because there's tons of Sharpe books, and it's hardly surprising that two writers' minds would occasionally run on a parallel course in choosing an appropriate and fairly common last name for a person of a certain background and ethnicity. Problem is, the character in question appears in the first few pages of the first book--I've generally been avoiding the Sharpe books and movies while I write the wip to prevent accidental borrowing, but I happened to be playing with "look inside the book" on Amazon while trying to pick out a few books to send for my dad to read while he's getting chemo. And there it was, jumping out of me.

I swore. A lot. And then checked IMDB and discovered I could've avoided the mistake if I'd just had the sense to look at the cast list. Which in the future, I will.

None of this would be a big deal at all if I hadn't already entered my first chapter in three writers' contests. One has already been judged, so I'll just have to hope none of my judges noticed. But the other two I'm still before the deadline on, so I sent off frantic emails to the contest coordinators. One has already told me, "Sure, send me a replacement version, totally understand, hate it when that stuff happens." Still haven't heard from the other, but at least that's three fewer people who'll see my original goof.

Simply must chime in on how beautiful GC's niece is. Looking at those pictures made me smile, and I needed that. Thanks.

Also, Hec, glad Emmett's nose is working its way toward better.

Beathen, funny you should mention that: I feel I have a soul-sucking infection coming on.

Timelies.

Hec, I'm glad Emmett's surgery was so quick and easy. When Nick broke his arm and had to have it pinned, he said he thought his doctor was a 6 foot tall parrot. He likes to tell that story; I hope Emmett enjoys his stories and doesn't remember the not-so-good parts. I hope this can become a story for you, too, someday soon.

I've been busy today. It feels good.

WindSparrow! Cat~ma to Harvey!

It doesn't sound like a big goof to me, Susan, but I am the kind of reader that would have a vague feeling that something about that character was familiar, maybe I went to school with someone with that name? And when I finally figured out where I'd seen it before, I'd be too pleased with my ability to know things to think you'd cribbed it. In any case, glad you could take care of it for the one contest, at least.