In Minearverse:
Tim: Allyson, why aren't you writing?
Allyson: Same reason you're not writing?
Cashmere: b.org. it's where the best writers come to slack.
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In Minearverse:
Tim: Allyson, why aren't you writing?
Allyson: Same reason you're not writing?
Cashmere: b.org. it's where the best writers come to slack.
Cashmere: b.org. it's where the best writers come to slack.
Or plead for help with sources...
Tucked among the philosophy fest that is currently Natter:
msbelle: god, remember when we could joke in French about ancient greek architecture?
Emily: Apres l'Acropolis, le deluge.
Natter:
Sheryl: This episode of "Navel gazing theater" has been brought to you by the letter I
Raq, in Bitches:
What's the social standing of D&D in Australia? Coz here, I think I'd rather tell people I have sex with horses.
Boxed Set:
Nutty: I think we need a new, exciting alien race that is interested in collecting testicles. What do you say? 50% of the audience is terrified of them already -- how can we go wrong??
Betsy HP: I'm not terrified; no testicle has ever hurt me.
tommyrot: What would they be called? The Neuterians? The Neuteroids?
Betsy HP: The Vets.
tommyrot: So you could always tell when the Vets had hit an area, as all the men would have funnel-heads.
In Bitches:
-t: I have discovered my cats have religious differences. The one is a devotee of Janus and observes by standing in doorways whenever possible. And meowing for us to open doors so she can stand half in and half out. The other has recently converted to the First Church of the Beneficent Catnip Fish, which involves a lot of hymn singing, or possibly beseeching prayers, it's hard to tell.
Steph in Bitches: See, I just lumber through the thread like a smelly rhinocerous, managing to offend multiple people with one ignorant comment.
It made me laugh because I feel just like that some days.
Nutty, in Great Write:
erika, if it makes you feel any cooler, Peter Jennings was a two0finger typist to the end of his days, so he always had to look at the keyboard. Not to imply that looking at the keyboard is fatal; he is just the most famous two-finger keyboardist I know of, and is only dead by coincidence.
And Erika's follow-up:
Well, it did not hold him back very much at all, so I guess I'm not gonna worry about it. Although the death connection has made me picture a detective gazing over my lifeless form, being all "Lost art, the hunt-and-peck."