I can pick it up for you at Comic-Con if you remind me.
Ooh. That sounds like a plan!
'War Stories'
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I can pick it up for you at Comic-Con if you remind me.
Ooh. That sounds like a plan!
That Silence of the Lambs bit is genius.
Too bad he used the wrong "its."
Too bad he used the wrong "its."
Whoops. And usually I notice those, as that's a peeve of mine.
It could be part of the lesson: "See, children, if you don't use good grammar, you'll become a serial killer."
From a while ago, Aims, I like "Word Wars", I especially find it amusing that, in addition to the "mama's basement" type dudes you might expect, one was vaguely cornerboy, from West Baltimore. It also amused me that several aggrieved mothers complained about his language and talking about chronic, but thanks to my other fannish interests, I barely noticed. I think I might be what's wrong with America or something. Hec, I like Cheech and Chong. No shame in that game. You could always be stuck with the friggin' Disability Experience in America, which from here, is beginning to feel like that procedural cliche of "hours of boredom, enlivened by moments of terror"
The other Barbara I've come across who has my maiden name has a Ph.D., MPH, & an M.Ed., so I feel fairly slacktastic in comparison.
The other Barbara who shares my married name is a children's book illustrator.
I don't get any other Caridads with either permutation, but another Caridad who is also an author once threatened to sue me to get me to stop using the name as my pen name because she was "building a brand around the name" and I was clearly trying to poach her readers and territory. Never mind that she writes adult paranormal and romantic suspense and I... don't.
It was just bad luck that we shared the same agent at the time.
Nobody else has my full name. Which makes google awkward. Cause it's all me.
okay, re CM, I wasn't quite clear (but it was late and I'd come from a belated birthday dinner with lots of wine) Did the old guy know what was going on? Was his "price of admission" fixing the freezer? Or was he just a dumbass who knew that something was wrong, but didn't bother to do anything about it? I was kind of confused.
He knew, Vortex. He was a special kind of whackjob who I think liked seeing the aftermath, rather than the execution. At least, that was the impression I was left with.