Hell, they made us censor the Sharon stuff here. And they didn't even air it. Bastahds!

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I feel that Allyson mocks my insight and brilliance just because it had no correspondence to reality. She's mean.

Gimme a clue. I've got...roughly everything.

If you have Judy Henske, you're done. Pop-ish or blues is probably safe. Usually lyrics mean more to me than the actual music, which is why I'm clueless -- there's a lot of stuff where I feel like, "Yeah, that's really original and sounds wonderful, but... it doesn't mean anything to me." Not always, but often. I've got tons of Robyn Hitchcock, if that gives you some sense.

Oh, but I am a complete sucker for strings. There are crap songs I like because there are violins in there.

I just read something that mentioned the 69s and I meant to tell Allyson about it. Back before I knew how mean she was. It might have been something by Joe Lansdale.

Oh yeah:

I wish I wasn't just a terrible procrastinating hack who closes in on deadlines in 12 hour stretches

But don't you ever come up with things where you're like, "I never would have thought of that if I'd done this on time!"? Or is that just my own special rationalization for doing things at the last minute?

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Are there actually people who have a week to do something, finish it by day three, and then just hang out drinking fresca and moving commas and stuff?

I think Joyce Carol Oates writes like that. (a) She's very disciplined; (b) she's a total Fresca slut.

Trudy, did you see I was talking about your cousin Henry upthread?

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I finished my most recent spec a full two weeks ahead of the deadline.

Of course, that was only because I didn't know until after I'd mailed it that they'd extended the deadline by two weeks.

caterwauling

Did you guys hear something? I thought I heard something. Nah. Must've just been the wind.

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Did you guys hear something? I thought I heard something. Nah. Must've just been the wind.

Mea culpa, Kristen. Mea culpa.

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There's an old saying, you make three movies. The one you write, the one you shoot and the one you edit.

Which ones is closer to the one's in your head, if my question makes any sort of sense?

I'm more curious about the fast forward through time Jewish montage in "Pink Flamingos" than I am in the censoring of Sharon's story.

I'll ask, if you like. Now I wonder what they'll do with the confession-in-the-bathroom scene (which I loved, by the way) this coming Monday.

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That looks like a fun show, Heather. And your sister is gorgeous. But I want to hear the radio play, and it looks like it is a play play. And I would guess it's unlikely to tour anywhere near me. Bummer.

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She's mean.

You know, when Strega calls you mean, you've truly arrived.

I feel like I should have a tiara and sash and a loaded gun.

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Ninth Ward - figures.

Hey!

Darling, you know it's true.

Must've just been the wind.

Mighty like the wind. (Good restraint, Kristen!)

If you have Judy Henske, you're done. Pop-ish or blues is probably safe. Usually lyrics mean more to me than the actual music, which is why I'm clueless -- there's a lot of stuff where I feel like, "Yeah, that's really original and sounds wonderful, but... it doesn't mean anything to me." Not always, but often. I've got tons of Robyn Hitchcock, if that gives you some sense.

Oh, but I am a complete sucker for strings. There are crap songs I like because there are violins in there.

Okay, I can triangulate from Henske/Lyrics/Strings/Hitchcock. I did a whole mix titled Strung Out just for the pretty pop strings effect.

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You mean, you don't already?

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