Weekend is ending with puking, feverish child. Thank god she's the most docile patient ever. And at least I'll have some company at home tomorrow.
I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom!
Anya ,'Showtime'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Amy - Nov 06, 2011 2:11:41 pm PST #5048 of 30001
Because books.
Tom Scola - Nov 06, 2011 2:15:22 pm PST #5049 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Jesse, I'm confused. What's the right way to submit this to the Good Stuff Tumblr?
Allyson - Nov 06, 2011 2:18:14 pm PST #5050 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I owe agent Kate a proposal and essay. I can't get my shit together. I was curled in a ball periodically crying for my whole long weekend in frustration. I've never been this frozen in my whole life. And I'm working with the essay on the motivational speaker with the rock. That's my sort of bread-and-butter Practically Writes Itself essay. And I'm frozen.
I have to tell Kate I'm not getting there. I missed the deadline. I'm fucked. And all I want to do is go into bed and bawl like a moron.
Liese S. - Nov 06, 2011 2:21:06 pm PST #5051 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Drabble?
Burrell - Nov 06, 2011 2:21:35 pm PST #5052 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Ugh Allyson, I'm sorry it's been such a slog of a weekend, and that you missed the deadline. I have been there. You are my hero you know for getting yourself an agent and getting published. I am so very far behind you. I'm too scared to even try. You are putting yourself out there, which is amazing.
Amy - Nov 06, 2011 2:35:31 pm PST #5053 of 30001
Because books.
Allyson, it's not a publication deadline. If it didn't work to keep you on track, try something else. Send her a paragraph a day or something, if she's willing.
Anne W. - Nov 06, 2011 2:43:39 pm PST #5054 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Gah, Allyson. I'm so sorry.
In other news, it's not even 7:00. So why does it feel like 11-freaking-p.m.?
Consuela - Nov 06, 2011 2:46:03 pm PST #5055 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I am powering through my to-do list today: I have done the dishes, done laundry, made fruitcake, groomed the dog, vacuumed the house, finished reading my book club book, and now I have just spent half an hour on my hands and knees scrubbing the grout between the kitchen floor tiles. My white ceramic tile floor is not supposed to look like a tic-tac-toe board.
Now I get to pay a bill and hang for an hour before going climbing. Go me.
Unfortunately, my mop fell apart so I shall have to buy a new one this week. Bah.
DavidS - Nov 06, 2011 2:57:06 pm PST #5056 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Shit! There are actual newsreels of Epee duels in France up on YouTube. Like, this one from 1911.
And you've got to love the cause of the duel:
November 1911. French. Silent. Yet another duel between journalists over coverage of Marie Curie. Pierre Mortier was a writer for "Gil Blas." Gustave Tery wrote for "L'Oeuvre." Mortier was wounded in the arm by Tery.
For the honor of Marie Curie! It seems like there should be a Hark! A Vagrant! about this.
smonster - Nov 06, 2011 3:09:27 pm PST #5057 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Breathe, Allyson. You can do this.
Consuela, I am seriously impressed.