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.
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....
Why am I suddenly overcome with an urge to ask sj if my filing is done?
I mean, aside from the desire to live dangerously.
Why am I suddenly overcome with an urge to ask sj if my filing is done?
I would not hurt buffistas, especially when there are so many other worthy candidates in the world, like teenage neighbors for instance.
The conversation here is reminding me of work. Oh, thank you ever so much.
heh.
Oh, what it reminds me of is the fact that most fast food franchises have contract with sound system providers to also supply headsets. It's been an almost lock on for the Muzak corporation.
Despite the logic of this, stores keep on trying to call us, the register providers, for parts and troubleshooting.
"Hi, I'd like to order two headsets."
"Sorry, we do not provide headsets, perhaps you could try Musak?"
"oh, okay. How about headset batteries?"
"I think you really have to call Musak, we don't know what kind they are."
"I can open it up..."
"Sorry, really, there should be a number, call it."
t long sigh
"Oh, Okay. But they don't answer the phone like you guys do."