Update From Planet Dragons
A very belated thank you to all the flisties who participated and put forward suggestions in the procuring of a show name for horse!Sam. He is now officially Rocksalt Sam for the purposes of the show ring. I flirted very closely with Toothflash and Salt Gun Sam, but when the Monkeys polled the electorate, Rocksalt won by a landslide.
You guys turned out some pretty inventive shit. *snaps fingers, points*
I forgot J’s birthday. Man, I am such a shit. *shakes head* And um, she wanted y’all to know she doesn’t want to disembowel a Dragons. To which I squint at her and reply thusly: Disembowel? That’s an awfully specific word for someone who has no inclination towards follow through, J…
But… in the interest of onward and upward, I think I am done kicking my own ass about it.
The Dragons is going back to SCHOOL. She begins classes tomorrow. *bites nails*
Has I told you all I has a job again? No? I has a job again. The Dragons has scored an awesome part-time gig driving a forklift and pulling pallets. I also get to stamp things, and flirt with the truckies and the warehouse boys. And then I get to go home on time, and not care what happens while I am gone, and spend all afternoon writing. *glee*
Blind Spot. Hmm. Right. You schmoes have had it pretty good (or bad, depending on the quality of the writing), getting early chapters and what-not the last couple of weeks. I’m just warning y’all that as of Chapter Twelve, the Dragons will actually be posting on Saturdays, as originally stated. I gotta give the betas some time to breathe on the turn-around and I’m down to a chapter a week now, due to me pissfarting about over the dialogue between Sam and Bobby at the end of Chapter Ten for like, a billionty years. Jesus Christ, that one scene… I think
kimonkey7 may have looked into hiring a hitman that month. He may still be on standby. Or is that just
lemmypie out there in the bushes? I can’t really tell from here. *squints*
Anyway. I can’t sit around yarping with you guys all night. I has to get this one scene finished before I can go to bed. And it’s already reeeeeally late here. So, have a good one, y’all.
Oh, and I ganked this from
ultraviolet9a . Given the state of my life right now, I’d say it’s fairly accurate. *sniggers*
You guys turned out some pretty inventive shit. *snaps fingers, points*
I forgot J’s birthday. Man, I am such a shit. *shakes head* And um, she wanted y’all to know she doesn’t want to disembowel a Dragons. To which I squint at her and reply thusly: Disembowel? That’s an awfully specific word for someone who has no inclination towards follow through, J…
But… in the interest of onward and upward, I think I am done kicking my own ass about it.
The Dragons is going back to SCHOOL. She begins classes tomorrow. *bites nails*
Has I told you all I has a job again? No? I has a job again. The Dragons has scored an awesome part-time gig driving a forklift and pulling pallets. I also get to stamp things, and flirt with the truckies and the warehouse boys. And then I get to go home on time, and not care what happens while I am gone, and spend all afternoon writing. *glee*
Blind Spot. Hmm. Right. You schmoes have had it pretty good (or bad, depending on the quality of the writing), getting early chapters and what-not the last couple of weeks. I’m just warning y’all that as of Chapter Twelve, the Dragons will actually be posting on Saturdays, as originally stated. I gotta give the betas some time to breathe on the turn-around and I’m down to a chapter a week now, due to me pissfarting about over the dialogue between Sam and Bobby at the end of Chapter Ten for like, a billionty years. Jesus Christ, that one scene… I think
kimonkey7 may have looked into hiring a hitman that month. He may still be on standby. Or is that just
lemmypie out there in the bushes? I can’t really tell from here. *squints*
Anyway. I can’t sit around yarping with you guys all night. I has to get this one scene finished before I can go to bed. And it’s already reeeeeally late here. So, have a good one, y’all.
Oh, and I ganked this from
ultraviolet9a . Given the state of my life right now, I’d say it’s fairly accurate. *sniggers*