An 8-mile-long Confederate flag rally down our city streets? Really? Way to attract national attention in the worst possible way.

Quick! Is there anything less funny than poorly-written humor? And why is bad humor so much worse than any other kind of bad writing?

Hope everyone has a bright and blessed day.


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Sorry I posted late--I wasn't home on your actual birthday--but I hope it was a blast! (But maybe not in the Riza-with-a-water cannon sense.)

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I'm pushing to get my Camp NaNo project completed before the deadline, trying to work on the book repairs (which now include a whole new spine for the 1890's bird book because the leather original crumbled while I was trying to clean the rotted cardboard backing off it), I'm stressed and short on time--and today I find another manuscript to judge ( Read more... )

Now you're as old as me, ha ha! There is allegedly a birthday present headed your way from a company that's apparently not sophisticated enough to email a gift certificate directly into your inbox. I think they're going to MAIL it to you. Let's hope it actually arrives. At least if they get confused and mail it to me instead, it won't cost much to ( Read more... )

Remember that obituaries job I didn't get with the local paper back in October? Well, the new owners of the paper laid off a bunch of people a couple of weeks ago. The newly-hired obits lady was one of them. Not that not getting a job is a good thing, but at least it saved me from getting laid off after four months.

I got my first manuscript to judge today from the RPLA. I'm the initial judge for this one, so I only have to read the first 30 pages. Good thing--if I see one more adverb, my eyeballs will explode.

I filled out the form to become an RPLA judge. Tonight I got an email back from the contest committee. I've been accepted--I'm officially a judge. I'll be getting entries to read and score any time now, which is frankly scaring me. Here's hoping I don't screw up any aspiring writer's life with my incompetence, because contest judges actually have ( Read more... )

I don't usually have dreams that are coherent enough to share, but the dream-snippet I had last night needs to be turned into a game show. Really, because it was about a game show. In this show, the (all male) contestants had to do something, no idea what, and the penalty for failure was a buzzer going off in the loser's shorts, right in his 'nads ( Read more... )