I'm going to take out the line Brenda suggested. I still have
Your closing paragraphs again highlight your lack of research for this editorial.
Which is probably enough.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
askye - Jul 12, 2005 4:40:18 pm PDT #370 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
vw bug - Jul 12, 2005 4:40:50 pm PDT #371 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Oh, askye, that's a wonderful letter. Go you!
JZ - Jul 12, 2005 4:43:19 pm PDT #372 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Great letter, askye. One typo I noticed (and I know getting line-edits when you just want a beta can be a sore spot for some folks, but I can just tell that this cow you're responding to is exactly the sort of person to pounce on a typo, roll her eyes forever, and feel smugly justified in ignoring your letter. She's just that kind of a cow.): Last sentence of the fourth paragraph (the first really long one), "diagnosis" should be "diagnosed."
Other than those two letters at the end of that one word, smart and articulate and beautifully angry and focused. I hope she reads your letter and is thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Also, all kinds of -ma to your mom and aunt, and you and your grandma, and Asshat Uncle can go suck an egg.
Scrappy - Jul 12, 2005 4:44:20 pm PDT #373 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Seems to me suckitude is NO dinner waiting. Pizza (which is yummy) instead of chili is not even on the suckitude scale.
beekaytee - Jul 12, 2005 4:52:57 pm PDT #374 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Camera to take photos of the wonders of geekitude. Check.
I'm not fazed by much in this life, but I can imagine myself staring, slack-jawed in wonder at Dragon*Con.
I'm going to need a roomie of the non-smoking, non-snoring, non-axe murdery type. If anybody knows anybody, let me know!
(Room is 3 blocks from the venue)
sj - Jul 12, 2005 5:00:34 pm PDT #375 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Seems to me suckitude is NO dinner waiting. Pizza (which is yummy) instead of chili is not even on the suckitude scale.
Robin is wise, and you can make it up to Emily another night, vw.
DavidS - Jul 12, 2005 5:03:15 pm PDT #376 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Dave is getting aggravated because I insist on booing A-Rod despite the fact that he is part of the team we are cheering for tonight.
Tell Dave that's how we're doing it on Chez Zmayhem.
Emmett: "I can't believe I'm rooting for A-Rod to score. A-Rod sucks! But I want him to score."
askye - Jul 12, 2005 5:03:29 pm PDT #377 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
J Z -- I made a few changs before I sent the letter. I think I caught that one. I hope she responds.
I also sent the paper a brief email asking them why they decided to publish it. I included the email I just sent so I wouldn't have to write something else. Hopefully I'll get an answer from them as well.
sj - Jul 12, 2005 5:04:52 pm PDT #378 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Emmett: "I can't believe I'm rooting for A-Rod to score. A-Rod sucks! But I want him to score."
This is what Dave is doing. I however am shouting "Hit A-Rod in the head".
DavidS - Jul 12, 2005 5:20:34 pm PDT #379 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I however am shouting "Hit A-Rod in the head".
You're pretty hardcore.
When Ichiro hit a single in his last at bat JZ and I looked at each other and said, "Yay?" Which was sort of appropriate since he got picked off.