*weeps along with you at the mention of The God that is Trent*
She Is. So. Not. Worthy.
And the one who introduced her to NIN? Should be repeatedly subjected to hours on end of Barney.
Fuck it all.
Why, oh why is this woman allowed to continue wasting dragons and oxygen?
Poor dragons. Why does she see them as being so evil to where she keeps using these bad analogies?
Come over here to me, dragons. I'll keep you safe and won't let the evil woman keep slaughtering you in here posts. I'll even write nice stories about you. *pets*
hahahahha that picture is priceless. I feel like the little kid who realizes the emperor isn't wearing any clothes. Literally. There is no dragon, metaphorically or otherwise. there's only naked shapeshifters and vampires on a time schedule with the Crotch, and a crazy writer who has deluded herself into thinking she's fighting the good fight. put some clothes on, ho!
AHH HA HA HA! I am so glad I wasn't drinking when I read this. XD
Oh man, I'm now getting mental images of the characters trading timeslots so they can try to avoid the Crotch as much as possible. "I'll swap you ten o'clock," "Only if you take tomorrow at noon, I have a dental appointment." "Crap! Oh...OH FINE!"
Or at least, a scheduling misshap and that's why we get threesomes and the like.
JC: Wait, I thought it was my turn tonight. ASHER: It was? Mon ami, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. JC: Go now before she sees yo-- ANITA: OMG, ASHER! SEX MEH! ASHER: Kill me now. Y'know, centuries of torture with the corruptors doesn't look so bad right now. JC: Don't worry, my love, she'll be at home tomorrow night and we can get it on as much and as gay as we like.
Jason: Look, Richard, you've been calling in sick far too often. When you cancel last minute like that, other people have to cover for you.
Richard: I'm sorry, its just that the job is getting to me.
Jason: It's getting to all of us, i know. I'll make sure you're only scheduled for half-shifts, say on Thursdays? There's more than enough of us to pick up the slack if we know ahead of time.
Anita: WHERE is my 3:30?! Stick it in me!
Jason: *sigh* alright, i'll take this one, on account of you being Ulfric. But next time, call at least 24 hours in advance.
It is very nice to be married to someone that is intimate with my work, and my schedule. Someone who knows what I'm doing, and helps me with it.
Subtext: because my first husband sure as fuck didn't! He woke me up to care for my baby and then left me to go to work!
C'mon, there's veiled insults and there's this.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual
Once again, LKH's speshulness pokes its head above the paraphet and spits on the writers below. OMG, writing is like sex!!!! I get such a rush from it!!! Nobody else does, just me, not anyone else at all ever experiences the pure, hotwet sexuality of writing!!! Because I am LKH and what I don't know about sex isn't worth knowing!!!
Yes, once again I want to vomit in an envelope and mail it to her. But this time I want a really big envelope.
And btw, when she says "pages" does she mean typed pages or written or what? Does anyone know?
I think it's typed pages, like in Word - but I want to know what she's got her margins, line spacing and font size/face set to. I know it's possible to write 20+ pages in a day, but still - for all I know, she's got really big margins, is on double-lined spacing and uses a large font so she chews through pages like cows do cud.
Then again, she also claims to type at 200wpm, which to me sounds like BS, but apparently some people can do that. Accuracy, however, is something else entirely.
No shit! I can probably push myself up to 80wpm, but I won't be able to spell for shit, not to mention, my wrist will die on me. I'm quite happy to type slower for goot speelign.
This is why I have a pair of fingerless hobo gloves next to the computer. Plus, my wrist cramps up if it gets cold, so if I can keep my hands warm, I can type more.
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She Is. So. Not. Worthy.
And the one who introduced her to NIN? Should be repeatedly subjected to hours on end of Barney.
Fuck it all.
Why, oh why is this woman allowed to continue wasting dragons and oxygen?
Poor dragons. Why does she see them as being so evil to where she keeps using these bad analogies?
Come over here to me, dragons. I'll keep you safe and won't let the evil woman keep slaughtering you in here posts. I'll even write nice stories about you. *pets*
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And then a snarky song written about it.
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Oh man, I'm now getting mental images of the characters trading timeslots so they can try to avoid the Crotch as much as possible. "I'll swap you ten o'clock," "Only if you take tomorrow at noon, I have a dental appointment." "Crap! Oh...OH FINE!"
Or at least, a scheduling misshap and that's why we get threesomes and the like.
JC: Wait, I thought it was my turn tonight.
ASHER: It was? Mon ami, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.
JC: Go now before she sees yo--
ANITA: OMG, ASHER! SEX MEH!
ASHER: Kill me now. Y'know, centuries of torture with the corruptors doesn't look so bad right now.
JC: Don't worry, my love, she'll be at home tomorrow night and we can get it on as much and as gay as we like.
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Jason: Look, Richard, you've been calling in sick far too often. When you cancel last minute like that, other people have to cover for you.
Richard: I'm sorry, its just that the job is getting to me.
Jason: It's getting to all of us, i know. I'll make sure you're only scheduled for half-shifts, say on Thursdays? There's more than enough of us to pick up the slack if we know ahead of time.
Anita: WHERE is my 3:30?! Stick it in me!
Jason: *sigh* alright, i'll take this one, on account of you being Ulfric. But next time, call at least 24 hours in advance.
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Subtext: because my first husband sure as fuck didn't! He woke me up to care for my baby and then left me to go to work!
C'mon, there's veiled insults and there's this.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual
Once again, LKH's speshulness pokes its head above the paraphet and spits on the writers below. OMG, writing is like sex!!!! I get such a rush from it!!! Nobody else does, just me, not anyone else at all ever experiences the pure, hotwet sexuality of writing!!! Because I am LKH and what I don't know about sex isn't worth knowing!!!
Yes, once again I want to vomit in an envelope and mail it to her. But this time I want a really big envelope.
And btw, when she says "pages" does she mean typed pages or written or what? Does anyone know?
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Then again, she also claims to type at 200wpm, which to me sounds like BS, but apparently some people can do that. Accuracy, however, is something else entirely.
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Only 'almost'? :p
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Aye. And if someone's ambitions, they could write a song to the tune of Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey"
I think our next challenge should be "Things Laurell's Not Allowed To Talk About Anymore".
*steals all Laurell's NIN CDs when she's not looking* Our Trent. You go away now, crazy lady.
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