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But by the time I have to get up, you'll be done with work and *I'll* be mad! ;p

But by the time I have to get up,..."
There's that ;p

--Teacher's wife.



I've been working on a gardening project very hard. Our new-ish puppy has shredded my strawberry plant and several seedlings.
argh.

We have it recorded thanks to security camera but we still don't know who the jerk is. Although we might have an idea because of the direction he took once in the front yard but still.. now the wind keeps opening the door so it's always risky for the dogs. GRrrrrr

We tried to remove the hook but were only able to clip off the lure part. Hopefully he'll have surgery tomorrow to remove the hook.

I've got an entire novel written, and I have NO idea what to call it. How is the title where I get writer's block? That's like nailing a concert performance, and being too scared to climb off stage. I love this book, but I've got to sit down and edit it now and the thing is still saved as "working1". If this were my actual child, his name would be "Placeholder Reyneke".
Help me. It's about a hotel concierge who falls in love with a black market occult thief, fights some undead goons, battles a racist wizard, and meets the devil. There's also a lot of weird sex. What are your suggestions? Feel free to PM me.

Poor pup! I hope he'll be ok.:(


Duncan - That is a head scratcher. I hope you arrive at a title. If I thought up something, it would be humorous, possibly sarcastic, and therefore useless.
M. Ray Holloway Jr. - That is frightening indeed. I hope you find out more information and I pray for the safety of you, your family, and your neighbors.

After much thought, cement, flour, paste and online research, I was able to determine the answer to my question of, "How could that really happen?" I wrote it out, then came to a fork in the page and had to think about which way I wanted to go. I chose a path and wrote some more. Now I need to re-do my outline to help me finish the book. My sleep schedule is all screwed up because I can't stop in the middle of writing a scene for fear of forgetting. Most times I can scribble notes, but not this week and last. I've been going to bed as it's getting light out. Saturday I slept all day. But I'm having a blast!! So thank you again for your suggestions.

I've got an entire novel written, and I have NO idea what to call it. How is the title where I get writer's block? That's like nailing a concert performance, and being too scared to climb..."
Your book sounds like there's a lot going on.
What gets me mad? I spend 18 months writing a book, publish it, and nobody in my circle gives a @&$@.

I've got an entire novel written, and I have NO idea what to call it. How is the title where I get writer's block? That's like nailing a concert performance, and being too scared to climb..."
A room with a screw.
The Best Erotic Marigold Hotel
Doom Service
Dead of Night
The Scaretaker
Dark Passages
Dark Days
Dark Charms
The Night-fright Manager
... might trigger a few thoughts or even just a laugh.
Good luck

I'm angry. Very angry. This fun little thread started by the god known as Charles Hash has become neglected and forgotten. Come on, people! We've all gotten a little too happy! Go have a crappy day and then come back and vent about it here!
Now, get lost!
Now, get lost!
RANT NUMBER ONE:
When I go to Java Creek and have to stand in line for a half hour to get my food / coffee. I don't mind the wait, but when I finally get near the front of the line, why is it that the last three or four mother %#@#s in line ahead of me do not have a @!$$% clue what the @#%!& they want to order! You just stood there for thirty minutes talking about your Aunt Bertha's gout, your Uncle Heinrich's failing envelope licking business and your Cousin Frieda's latest failure at being paroled. You've talked about the weather and sounded like a Thesaurus, babbling off all the thousands of ways to say, "it's a nice day out". You talked about your car, your clothes, all your friends and enemies at work. Why in the name of all that is holy did you not spent two seconds looking up at the menu board and thinking, "gee, what can I stuff into my ugly face today?" Maybe you live to stand with your hands in your pockets and your cheesy smile and babble on and on about your boring life, but some of us are hungry and have writing to do. Get the #$%^&&*$# out of my line!
When I go to Java Creek and have to stand in line for a half hour to get my food / coffee. I don't mind the wait, but when I finally get near the front of the line, why is it that the last three or four mother %#@#s in line ahead of me do not have a @!$$% clue what the @#%!& they want to order! You just stood there for thirty minutes talking about your Aunt Bertha's gout, your Uncle Heinrich's failing envelope licking business and your Cousin Frieda's latest failure at being paroled. You've talked about the weather and sounded like a Thesaurus, babbling off all the thousands of ways to say, "it's a nice day out". You talked about your car, your clothes, all your friends and enemies at work. Why in the name of all that is holy did you not spent two seconds looking up at the menu board and thinking, "gee, what can I stuff into my ugly face today?" Maybe you live to stand with your hands in your pockets and your cheesy smile and babble on and on about your boring life, but some of us are hungry and have writing to do. Get the #$%^&&*$# out of my line!
RANT NUMBER TWO:
Sports fans. Okay, it's nice that you enjoy watching grown men in tight pants chasing little balls around. It's cool that you can sit mesmerized for hours and days and weeks at a time watching the same people the same damned things over and over and make more money than God just because they prove they're pretty good at chasing little balls around. Fine. But, do you have to yell at the TV? What good does it do? Do you think your favorite athletes are going to hear you? Do you think they actually care about your opinion? Do you think the players suck on purpose and waiting for your motivation to play better?
Could you do half as well as they?
Sports fans. Okay, it's nice that you enjoy watching grown men in tight pants chasing little balls around. It's cool that you can sit mesmerized for hours and days and weeks at a time watching the same people the same damned things over and over and make more money than God just because they prove they're pretty good at chasing little balls around. Fine. But, do you have to yell at the TV? What good does it do? Do you think your favorite athletes are going to hear you? Do you think they actually care about your opinion? Do you think the players suck on purpose and waiting for your motivation to play better?
Could you do half as well as they?

As for TV yelling, well let me try my hardest to get angry while laughing.
Come on! Seriously TV writers?! That's the best you could come up with? I could write circles around that Swiss cheese, sad, sorry, paradox ridden plot! We're not morons and I know you left it as "FM" hoping people would just forget about it! STAHP!

Rant #1 - I go through the same thing at popular fast food restaurants.
IT'S THE SAME $@^ING MENU AS IT WAS TEN $@^ING YEARS AGO!!!!!
Rant #2 - THANK YOU for being a man and saying that!!
Do these men actually believe their team will improve if they yell?!?!?
Susan - Hi... I live in Red Sox country... that's all I'm sayin' : D

Rant #1 - I go through the same thing at popular fast food restaurants.
IT'S THE SAME $@^ING MENU AS IT WAS TEN $@^ING YEARS AGO!!!!!
Rant #2 - THANK YOU for bei..."
Hahaha theres one in every crowd!!! Lololol

Yarg!
Riley wrote: "I tried to get angry, but I haven't had enough coffee."
I'm wired exactly the opposite. I'm more liable to get angry if I haven't had enough.
I'm wired exactly the opposite. I'm more liable to get angry if I haven't had enough.
Jane Jago wrote: "I found one today. Somebody sitting in front of you on a train brushing their hair. Showering you with split ends, dandruff and other bits of their body.....
Yarg!"
*shiver*
Yarg!"
*shiver*
Sue (Rescue Dog Mom) wrote: "Rant #1 - I go through the same thing at popular fast food restaurants IT'S THE SAME $@^ING MENU AS IT WAS TEN $@^ING YEARS AGO!!!!!"
And it all tastes the same! Quarter Pounder, Whopper, Big Mac... it all tastes like barf! (Okay, I admit, I break down about once every four to six months and just have to have a fast food burger...)
Sue (Rescue Dog Mom) wrote: "Rant #2 - THANK YOU for being a man and saying that!!
Do these men actually believe their team will improve if they yell?!?!?\"
Hmph! Years ago I had a female coworker who used to say, "Dwayne, you're not a man. You're better than that" and "You know, you're the gayest straight man I know." Anyway. I have seen women yell at TV screens, too.
Come to think of it, I yell at my computer when I'm watching Netflix... but it's when I'm watching Chopped or Cutthroat Kitchen. "You're using French dressing! That's NOT a Rueben, you idiot! Get the Thousand Island! Ham instead of corned beef? Are you on drugs?"
And it all tastes the same! Quarter Pounder, Whopper, Big Mac... it all tastes like barf! (Okay, I admit, I break down about once every four to six months and just have to have a fast food burger...)
Sue (Rescue Dog Mom) wrote: "Rant #2 - THANK YOU for being a man and saying that!!
Do these men actually believe their team will improve if they yell?!?!?\"
Hmph! Years ago I had a female coworker who used to say, "Dwayne, you're not a man. You're better than that" and "You know, you're the gayest straight man I know." Anyway. I have seen women yell at TV screens, too.
Come to think of it, I yell at my computer when I'm watching Netflix... but it's when I'm watching Chopped or Cutthroat Kitchen. "You're using French dressing! That's NOT a Rueben, you idiot! Get the Thousand Island! Ham instead of corned beef? Are you on drugs?"

Rant #1 - Yes, it does all taste the same... pretty much no matter where you get it.
Rant #2 - When I was a kid, I was terrified my aunt was going to break the TV if her favorite basketball team didn't win. Yikes!!
French dressing... Ham... no, that is NOT a Rueben!! Did she plan on substituting the sauerkraut with coleslaw?!? Ugh!!



Unscrew the chair. Bring it back to the store. They give us a new one, Yeah! That one the padding is nice and no scratch... he puts it together just to see as he takes the arm out of the packaging that there is a big scratched on it where it lost all its paint... now mind you it's a 300$ chair. The hubby don't want scratches. We go back, they exchange the arm for a new one. Again, thanks store...
We come back... hubby puts it together. He is the happiest man in the world. BUT it needs to go down the stairs. The chair happens to be much larger than mine even if they look the same. He picks it up and BANG. On the wall. Arm loses paint.
All those trips to return to square one, but this time, it's his fault. He has to learn to live with it. No returning! Unhappy hubby.

just touch it up with an appropriately colored sharpie :D
sounds like they have some serious quality control issues with their paint

Yeah...I mean, he didn't hit the corner of the wall that hard.
The problem with the touch up is that it's an awkward color. Not grey, not gold but in between. Oh well...
Good. Good. Some of you are getting mad. If anyone out there is not angry yet, I have two little words that might help. Two words that seem to spark anger this time of year on so many levels.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
WELL YOU'RE IN LUCK!!!! PJ POONEY'S IS HAVING A GINORMOUS CHRISTMAS SALE!!!!! SAVE ON EVERYTHING STORE WIDE!!!!! OUR PRICES ARE INSANE!!!! YOU WON'T SEE PRICES LIKE THIS ANYWHERE!!!!!1!
*as long as you don't check our competitor
*as long as you don't check our competitor

Heck it barely fit in the car unassembled, let alone assembled. :P
There were not many parts and it was overall easy to do. Just that we should have checked all pieces before doing so. heheh
But thumbs up to OfficeMax who were more than understanding. :)

Why? Oh I'll tell you why! Because it's fekkin' October you two-bit, holiday-jacking, son of a reindeer! It's bad enough Thanksgiving doesn't even freaking exist anymore, but you fluffernutters got the snowball rolling before Labor day, for cluck sake! What's next you fat devil in red? Gonna take away fourth of July too? Try it, Santa! I dare you!
Must be. Lame.