I could write a gritty memoir, but I don't think the royalty check would be worth the awkward conversations I'd have to have with my mother.
Monty: Whaddya mean she ain't my wife? Mal: She ain't your wife... cause she's married to me.
'Trash'
Natter 57 Varieties
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.
shrift - Mar 04, 2008 9:29:04 am PST #2878 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
shrift - Mar 04, 2008 9:29:06 am PST #2879 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
oops
sumi - Mar 04, 2008 9:29:47 am PST #2880 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Susan - you can do the Laurie King - Mary Russell thing where you can say that you found the memoir in an old trunk in the attic.
Emily - Mar 04, 2008 9:33:30 am PST #2881 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
How annoying.
Nah. Published writer, directly relatable experience. This is ruled appropriate me-ness.
erikaj - Mar 04, 2008 9:35:41 am PST #2882 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Allyson, I hope you do punch her in the face.
tommyrot - Mar 04, 2008 9:37:22 am PST #2883 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I have a sudden hankering for deviled eggs. Do you suppose anyone does deviled egg delivery?
Theodosia - Mar 04, 2008 9:37:37 am PST #2884 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
According to my librarian-schooled roommate, there are actually LoC categories for past life memoirs, and novels dictated by dead people. Because you're going to have to cross-list them somehow.
Miracleman - Mar 04, 2008 9:37:56 am PST #2885 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
we could certainly do 'life enhancement services'
"Okay, so, here's our pitch; you are the half-breed spawn of a demon and a Puerto Rican junkie prostitute. You were raised in Bogota by a cult of cyborg monks intent on bringing about the Apocalypse, but your half-human nature meant you have a soul and a conscience. Having met and befriended a bisexual mage over the Internet you fled the cult and formed a group of heroic second-raters, a 'Dirty Dozen' kind of thing, that includes a pixie-ish schizophrenic otaku with whom you have a torrid affair while angsting over your unresolved attraction to the techno mage. At the end you defeat the cult using a mix of cobbled together technological wizardry, ancient Babylonian mysticism and pure gumption."
"Isn't this supposed to be passed off as 'non-fiction'?"
"Yes. Why?"
shrift - Mar 04, 2008 9:38:01 am PST #2886 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Probably not the kind of deviled eggs that go in your belly, tommyrot.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 04, 2008 9:38:26 am PST #2887 of 10001
What is even happening?
They're turning 2 this Sunday! They are RIDICULOUS CUTE with the crazy language acquisition, both verbal and sign. Some recentish pictures:
Oh, look! They're not babies, any more. They still are RIDICULOUS CUTE, though. Look at all that hair on Jack! Zoe somehow has the look of a China Doll/Cambell Soup kid. I love them so much.