If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 39 and Holding  

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.


Sophia Brooks - Oct 17, 2005 9:39:58 am PDT #6734 of 10002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

Oh, gotcha. I thought maybe the director or the actor wanted the watch to work because it would, I don't know, help the actor stay in character or something.

No, it is totally a costume thing-- like he never even is scripted to look at the watch or say something about the watch. it just makes this boy look more like The Secretary of Defense (or as he is called in this play "The Secretary of Offensive Defenestration")


Sean K - Oct 17, 2005 9:41:40 am PDT #6735 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Sophia, why does the watch need to be fixed at all? I'm assuming by "broken" you mean "has stopped" or "doesn't tell time correctly", not "has springs and bits of machinery falling out of it".

I'm betting it means "watch band broke, and it no longer remains on his wrist by itself."

(ETA: I of course should have realized that by the time I butted in and commented on this, the woman who is actually dealing with it directly would have long ago answered the question with more authority, so this post is, as usual, not much with the point-having.)


Calli - Oct 17, 2005 9:51:42 am PDT #6736 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I like grapefruit in spinach salad, with avocado, blue cheese crumbles, and Italian dressing. Mmmmmmm.

So, headhunters. [insert your favorite cannibalism joke here]. Has anyone ever worked with one? Someone up in MA heard that my journal was likely to go under and called my favorite editor to lure her up to the land of the Red Sox. Since Favorite Editor is about two blinks from retirement she passed, but asked if the recruiter might be interested in me, giving said recruiter my basic work info. Recruiter expressed interest and gave Fav. Ed. an email address to pass along and instructions for me to send her all my info. I did so last Friday.

All well and good. And here I am, working all industriously, except for the occasional visit to my personal email where in I hope to find a response of some sort. Nothing yet.

So any idea what the turn around time is on this sort of thing? Should I just assume my cv's gonna mellow for a few months/years/decades, or should I expect an email saying, "Damn, girl, you're Mary Sue in a cheap suit! How much money do I have to throw at you to get you to move?" Or, alternatively, how long should I wait for a reply that doesn't come before I take the message of, "You suck, kthanksbi," fully to heart?


Lee - Oct 17, 2005 10:01:43 am PDT #6737 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

It's too quiet in here. People should talk about their weekends, or what their next vacation is going to be, or something.

eta (after they answer Calli's question, on which I got nothing.)


Aims - Oct 17, 2005 10:05:47 am PDT #6738 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Em called me "mama".

And the big boss I was bitching about last week got the boot.


msbelle - Oct 17, 2005 10:07:17 am PDT #6739 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

EAT IT BOSSMAN!


amych - Oct 17, 2005 10:09:15 am PDT #6740 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

EAT IT BOSSMAN!

Now I'll be waiting to hear that Em has learned how to say this.

(Of course, children being what they are, she'll say it at just the wrong moment....)


Gudanov - Oct 17, 2005 10:09:21 am PDT #6741 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping

My weekend wasn't all that exciting. Leif came down with strep throat, so I was up till 3:00am Friday night and had to administer a few cool baths to keep his temperature under control. Saturday, I got a new battery for my car, and went to Topeka, KS to visit the rose garden for my wife, and to have the kids stay a bit at my parents house for pumpkin carving and crafts. Saturday night after a bit of verbal sparring with SO, I crashed.

Sunday, there was kitchen cleaning, grocery shopping with the kids, hardware shopping with Leif, much nastiness from SO, pizza making, carmel apple making, and more crashing to get up in time to exercise before work Monday.


Lee - Oct 17, 2005 10:10:40 am PDT #6742 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Em called me "mama".

Woohoo!

And the big boss I was bitching about last week got the boot.

Note to self: Try to stay on Aimee's good side.

eta: Poor Leif. I hope he is feeling better.


Burrell - Oct 17, 2005 10:23:30 am PDT #6743 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

yay, Aimee! Did it make you all sniffly? Franny said Daddy long before she would say Mama, so when she did, my first reaction was "it's about damn time!"