Pull up a comfy chair.

My immersion blender worked fine the last time I used it. Tonight I made soup and when I went to blend it, the immersion blender made a buzzing noise and started smoking. I've blown blenders from trying to blend too much stuff; this is the first time one has died from blending nothing.

Doesn't like as in "can live with, but not fav" or "HATE WITH FLAMING SUNS"?

This is why my paint is the same. That and all the plaster repair needed.

They started to bow a bit. So I understand. But we sanded and stained them and they look so pretty to me that I can't stand the thought of replacing them.

My hair dryer blew up a week or two ago. Not even the heater with resistor part- the cord too bendied or something and shorted, complete with flaming shooting sparks that marked my robe permanently.

ita, sorry you're hurting. I hope this all works out for you. But it's very good to see your pixels.

Allyson, I'm glad your brain is healing, and I hope you can overcome the devastation of Kristen's rejection of your lovely countertops.

Our turnaround time is 48 hours for proofs. Not 48 hours of a M-F work week; 48 hours. We assume that authors may have to review their article in their down time. We have tight deadlines.

Us too. 48 hours, no guarantees when. I try to build in more time, but I can't always. We publish 52 journals; I handle two of them and might be editing articles for six or seven others at any time as needed. I aim for perfection, but I don't always achieve it.

Uhg, hate structural failure. And I get it. I don't know if it is a side effect of replacing a portion of wall and it turning out pretty good or what, but now I'm hyper aware of all the shitty spots. Like all the walls around my mantle. Uhg.

We publish 52 journals

Sweet Jesus. I bow before you.

When we were taking the plaster walls down to put up drywall and being things up to code, we discovered a huge SANTIAGO painted across the wall. That was the dude who flipped our house before the last owner. He has become the Tino of every house problem we've had since.

Sweet Jesus. I bow before you.

Well, *I* don't do 52 journals! I do two, one of which I'm handing off to my protege (I'm so proud). I'll get a new one next year. I edit around 4000 pages a year. Fast turnaround time. I'm working right now. Author doesn't like the amount of space between the numbers and the words after them. hahaha yeah. Burnout.

Author doesn't like the amount of space between the numbers and the words after them. hahaha yeah. Burnout.

That's the kind of author reply where I squint at the screen and mutter "Fuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuuuu."

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