For Connie and any other beader - wow ... just wow.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
I'd also have a hard time coming up with a writing sample, but for different reasons. I've authored some documents that have been published, but only after so much review that you can't really call it my writing any more.
Nope, they're publicly-available documents. Thank goodness. Next I have to go start up Pugsley the Windows netbook and see if I've got other samples on there.
Jilli, just tell the HR guy you're a Published Arthur and he can RTFM.
Yeaaah, the crossover between the GCS writing and tech writing? Not so strong. (But everyone I interviewed with yesterday made sure to tell me how much they liked the site, and one guy, in the last 10 minutes of our interview, said, "Okay, this is my burning question: what is the difference between Goth and Steampunk? I don't get it." )
Duh. Black and silver vs. brown and brass!
HA, Jilli!
ION, from the maker of my Theme Song ("Reading A Book") , "Monsters Are Real": [link]
And yes, I had a total SPN moment watching it. Can you tell me what line did it?!
oo, very excited for you, Jilli
On the Hunger Games question: I'm not a good crier. I cry when I'm angry, which is awkward professionally, but I often don't cry about the things that are really bothering me. If things are bad, I stop feeling at all. Sometimes a book that makes me cry helps. In The Hunger Games, the wrenching personal losses are mostly in the last book. Books two and three need to be read together, but the first book can stand alone.
For Connie and any other beader
Oh, I so want to run my hands over that. One thing I love about beading is the texture. I've got a piece of peyote stitch weaving I'm doing, and if I'm not careful I'll spend minutes at a time just running it through my fingers, watching the light play and loving the feel of it.
edit: It reminds me of the Tibetan mandalas.