My favorite part:
P.S. Please stop sending us nuts.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
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.
Kristen - Jun 06, 2007 1:31:11 pm PDT #1483 of 10001
Amy - Jun 06, 2007 1:32:54 pm PDT #1484 of 10001
Because books.
P.S. Please stop sending us nuts.
Heh.
juliana - Jun 06, 2007 1:32:57 pm PDT #1485 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Wait, on second thought, it doesn't stop it from happening, it just makes it less likely.
People? Suck.
My book deal ruined my life.
You can write an article with this title about any art you choose: My Broadway show ruined my life. My journalism award ruined my life. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
-t - Jun 06, 2007 1:36:30 pm PDT #1486 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
You can write an article with this title about any art you choose:
Would each of those articles make me think the authors were whiny idiots the way this one did?
aurelia - Jun 06, 2007 1:42:46 pm PDT #1487 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
The nuts will never stop being funny to me.
juliana - Jun 06, 2007 1:42:50 pm PDT #1488 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Would each of those articles make me think the authors were whiny idiots the way this one did?
Yeah, sorry, that was kinda my point. Which was obscured by you people not being able to read my mind and what's wrong with you anyway that you can't do that?
(for reference - the above was totally tongue-in-cheek)
victor infante - Jun 06, 2007 1:47:16 pm PDT #1489 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
My book deal ruined my life.
This guy's a fucking moron.
On the other hand, he reminds me that I need to finish the book version of How To Succeed As A Failing Writer.
Heh. Maybe my next column will be a response ...
-t - Jun 06, 2007 1:50:56 pm PDT #1490 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I didn't have any coffee today, it makes the mind-reading dicier. And I had to go and read the article to be sure it was annoying as the title sounded, so I thought I'd keep rolling with the making sure. I'd hate to be groundlessly judging someone who really was screwed by winning a Peabody or something.
victor infante - Jun 06, 2007 1:59:09 pm PDT #1491 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
It's really about a couple different authors, who learned that -- GASP! -- didn't make them super rich, and actually entails work and stress.
So terribly not impressed or sympathetic.
§ ita § - Jun 06, 2007 2:12:13 pm PDT #1492 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Weatherbug just alerted me that tomorrow we're under a wind advisory all day.
Damn it! So much for wearing a skirt tomorrow.
Wear one with lining or petticoats or a crinoline!
I doubt many companys have no petticoats or hats already written into the dress code
My last gig did say no hats.
And until my final summer there, no bare legs or open toed shoes either.
Current gig, no one will tell me. My boss told me that he thinks looks count.
Dude! I need specifics.
I'm mostly in skirts (got nailed on the "how many long dark skirts do you have???" thing yesterday) and whatever top I can find that matches them properly. Pants aren't handling the weight shifts well. So I'm the girliest on the floor. Weird.
You can write an article with this title about any art you choose: My Broadway show ruined my life. My journalism award ruined my life. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Hey, my migraines...ah, never mind.
So, like, the neuro wanted me to leave her office and go straight to hospital. The guru guy hadn't communicated anything to her yet. When she got in touch with him he told her he'd suggested I boost Mg and B2, and see how that worked out. I pointed out the two ER visits in the 6 days since I saw him and she again wanted me to go straight to the ER and get admitted.
Now, I do want to be admitted and get this shit kicked in the balls. But I really don't want to go the ER when I'm not actually having a headache. And miraculously (or perhaps just because of last night's drug cocktail which threw me for a loop) I'm not having one right now.
Also feel it's bad for to leave work halfway through the day to go into hospital.
So the plan is they're leaving notes in my file at one specific hospital, and that my next ER visit should be to that one, with the understanding that I'll be admitted, not just drugged up and sent home.
Should be two-three days. Not excited, except excited. And proactively very bored.