Granola:

What are we looking for here, full disclosure? Sure, I only get on Buffistas when my brain has locked up on my bill-paying thing and my lady friend is all wrapped up in the thing that that makes her neurons really fire and is thereby unable to hear my random crap.

Can I help it if I am semi-focused?

Can I help it if I am semi-focused?

Partially.

It's not that important. Most of the stuff I say isn't. That doesn't stop me much. I have no partner to inflict this upon and my mom has no problem telling to shut it, so you all luck out. Especially since my muse has a cabin on the Eastern Shore or something and has buggered off for what seems forseeable.

Partially.

Dude, you owe me e. You know you do.

erikaj: I get the ref, now. I was going to get get dumber, but the typing all came out like kljasghlkjhLAL.

It's okay...I'm not clear either lately. I can't write. Remember?

I can't write. Remember?

aUGH! Did I diss your writing through one of those insidious beta things? I am only that way because I now know that a whip-snapping black-clad dominatric-editor is eventually going to show up, looming over your utternance.

No...I just bitch a lot about my fallow period. I thought I might have burned Buffistakind out on it.

Ok, Cool.

Did anyone here go to High School with a person who showed up later as an editor?

Were they universally hated, even then?

as my editor, or just editing professionally? Because I wouldn't be surprised if somebody I went to school with edits for money.

Gus, insent.