Not only was he not kidding, he was also setting up an altar to worship you.
'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Not even a little bit.
"I don't know anyone over there".
So, you're working with my faculty now? I can't tell you how many times I've had variations on that conversation -- "Can I check out a forblegezwatchit?" "We don't have a forblegezwatchit - but they have hundreds of 'em at that big help desk right down the hall." "But I'd rather check out a forblegezwatchit from you!" "Thanks. But our forblegezwatchits have the small inconvenience of NOT ACTUALLY EXISTING IN THIS OR ANY OTHER PHYSICAL PLANE."
So when my editor at the college textbook I'm writing a chapter for thanked me for being the only one of his sixty authors who always met deadlines and always followed formatting instructions he wasn't kidding?
I'm willing to bet large sums of money that he wasn't kidding.
I'll see those large sums of money and raise a sparklepony that he wasn't kidding.
I don't even know why we HAVE author guidelines.
I don't even know why we HAVE author guidelines.
So that editors have something to point to and wail.
So that editors have something to point to and wail.
I was going to say, so that editors have something to hit writers in the head with.
I was going to say, so that editors have something to hit writers in the head with.
Sean wins!
Someone is practicing drums a couple of doors down in a garage with the door wide open. I may need an alibi.
I may need an alibi.
Also, make sure your flamethrower is fully-fueled before heading over....
Work rant:
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