TCG isn't allowed to book any more conferences on a Monday. Both of the places I have called for takeout are closed today.
Gunn ,'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Oh, how about the authors who breeze right past the review deadline and then, just as the whole thing's just about done, say "I have a few changes, but we'll still get this report out on time, right?" And their "few changes" involve renumbering figures, updating the TOC, and adding a new appendix.
I always get a moment of anxiety when an author says "just a few changes!"
My greatest recurring problem is authors who think the figures are not sufficiently high resolution unless they can infinite-zoom and see no pixelation. Every info packet they've gotten (which they didn't read) has told them we use 300 or 600 dpi tiff format graphics. Now they're mad that they didn't get infinite-zoom vector graphics. Nope, you're not getting it. I'm annoyed with soothing them with detailed reasons why we use what we use. I wish I could say, you should have read the info packet(s).
Oh, my god, I always got people who wanted to use crappy graphics they'd found on the internet and didn't understand copyright or the concept of resolution.
I use the single space style. But for some reason, I always end with double spaces scattered throughout. So I just search and replace the final version.
I removed the "seasonal" halloween collars from my kitties last night (they are more bulky than their usual collars...and it was bath night) and put them in a closed box. Woke up about an hour before my alarm to the strangest clanging/dragging sound. Turns out Nico pulled the box off the shelf, dragged out both discarded collars, and then dragged them into my bedroom. Noisily. But then when I went to put his normal collar (the one with my phone number and his liscense number and other important things) he shied away. I just don't understand what's going through his itty bitty kitty brain.
It seems clear to me that he is a Jilli cat and prefers Halloween all the time.
It seems clear to me that he is a Jilli cat and prefers Halloween all the time.
Exactly.
It's that special time of year in the House o' Reason where Pete taunts me about the existence of my birthday present. I DON'T WANT TO WAIT 13 DAYS TO FIND OUT. WAIT YES I DO? AAAAAUGH.
This is his favorite thing about gift-giving. Watching me flail and stomp my feet with impatience. He's lucky he's adorable.
Careful, he'll loom.