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Writer's Block: Girl Scouts' Day
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THIN MINTS. Or whatever those are called now.
THIN MINTS. Or whatever those are called now.
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Writer's Block: Ready for Your Close-up
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Oh, I would totally want David Hewlett to play me. ;) I have no idea what the plot would be.
Oh, I would totally want David Hewlett to play me. ;) I have no idea what the plot would be.
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Writer's Block: Fantastic plastic
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If I was terribly burned or something, sure.
If I was terribly burned or something, sure.
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Writer's Block: American Censorship Day!
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NO! Not even a little bit!
NO! Not even a little bit!
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Writer's Block: Sheep in wolf’s clothing
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I left the parking brake on, delaying our departure. It was embarrassing -- but if I hadn't, we'd have been destroyed with the rest of the fleet when we reached Vulcan.
I left the parking brake on, delaying our departure. It was embarrassing -- but if I hadn't, we'd have been destroyed with the rest of the fleet when we reached Vulcan.
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Writer's Block: R.I.P
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Well, first off, I'm an organ donor, so we're talking about what do with my body after the still-usable parts have been salvaged.
I used to say "cremation", but the energy required to near-totally incinerate a human body isn't very ecofriendly, and a lot of the bits that do good things for the earth get evaporated, so now I'm thinking just buried in as simple a casket as can be arranged.
On the other hand, ashes can't become a zombie. Hmm...
Well, first off, I'm an organ donor, so we're talking about what do with my body after the still-usable parts have been salvaged.
I used to say "cremation", but the energy required to near-totally incinerate a human body isn't very ecofriendly, and a lot of the bits that do good things for the earth get evaporated, so now I'm thinking just buried in as simple a casket as can be arranged.
On the other hand, ashes can't become a zombie. Hmm...
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Writer's Block: In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue
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Olympus Mons.
Olympus Mons.
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Writer's Block: Extra! Extra!
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I've worked for newspapers! I've done articles, but I did much more copy editing. It's amazing how some so-called journalists have incredibly feeble grasps of concepts like grammar, spelling, coherency...
I've worked for newspapers! I've done articles, but I did much more copy editing. It's amazing how some so-called journalists have incredibly feeble grasps of concepts like grammar, spelling, coherency...
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Writer's Block: Time to move on
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I have lived here for a decade and my chances of getting lost have been reduced to a mere 68%! I would miss that.
I have lived here for a decade and my chances of getting lost have been reduced to a mere 68%! I would miss that.
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Writer's Block: Does this job come with a crown?
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Me, ruling a county? That's a terrible idea.
Me, ruling a county? That's a terrible idea.
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Writer's Block: Double vision
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Well, that depends on whether the other reality is an alternate timeline, of the kind theoretically produced every time someone makes a decision, spiralling off from the timeline I perceive as my own to follow the consequences of all other possible decisions/outcomes. Logically the "me" in each of these alternate histories would differ in whatever ways the prevailing conditions imposed and experience taught.
Then there's the possibilities of parallel dimensions, where the rules that govern reality itself are different. The "me" in a place I might find so alien as to be impossible to comprehend. Naturally this is a topic interesting, if somewhat futile, to contemplate.
I'm probably a sentient hadrosaur in at least one.
Well, that depends on whether the other reality is an alternate timeline, of the kind theoretically produced every time someone makes a decision, spiralling off from the timeline I perceive as my own to follow the consequences of all other possible decisions/outcomes. Logically the "me" in each of these alternate histories would differ in whatever ways the prevailing conditions imposed and experience taught.
Then there's the possibilities of parallel dimensions, where the rules that govern reality itself are different. The "me" in a place I might find so alien as to be impossible to comprehend. Naturally this is a topic interesting, if somewhat futile, to contemplate.
I'm probably a sentient hadrosaur in at least one.
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Writer's Block: Batter up!
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Bluuuuuueberry~ *drool* (With just a drizzle of maple syrup, enough to bring out the tartness of the berries without overwhelming them. And a tall glass of icy cold milk.)
Bluuuuuueberry~ *drool* (With just a drizzle of maple syrup, enough to bring out the tartness of the berries without overwhelming them. And a tall glass of icy cold milk.)
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Writer's Block: Happy, happy, joy, joy
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Maybe I'm weird, but it depends on the state I'm already in. Most songs that make me smile a lot of the time will occasionally make me unhappy if they catch me at the wrong moment.
Maybe I'm weird, but it depends on the state I'm already in. Most songs that make me smile a lot of the time will occasionally make me unhappy if they catch me at the wrong moment.
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Writer's Block: Copy and paste
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This has happened to me, actually. In juniour high school, my English teacher published one of my poems as his own. Considering a) all my friends knew I'd written it, b) so did my family, and c) it had already been published under my name, he got in biiiiiig trouble.
Although I'm pretty sure he didn't lose his job. Somehow.
This has happened to me, actually. In juniour high school, my English teacher published one of my poems as his own. Considering a) all my friends knew I'd written it, b) so did my family, and c) it had already been published under my name, he got in biiiiiig trouble.
Although I'm pretty sure he didn't lose his job. Somehow.
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Writer's Block: Rise and shine
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Answer the phone and/or turn off the alarm and/or push quarrelling cats off ym bed.
Answer the phone and/or turn off the alarm and/or push quarrelling cats off ym bed.
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Writer's Block: Eye for an eye?
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It would really depend on who it was and what they did. By the end of high school, I had made my peace with most of the people who'd bullied me. Even the ones In my family. >_> Mostly we maintain a policy of ignoring each other. Live and let live, y'know?
Now, people who bullied my friends... I've had a few encounters like that. I tend to aggressively shame them in public, which is probably not the nice thing to do, but hey -- people who are acting nice to me and thinking I won't remember incidents involving new shirts, rotton tomatoes, and whipped cream? Really should reconsider.
It would really depend on who it was and what they did. By the end of high school, I had made my peace with most of the people who'd bullied me. Even the ones In my family. >_> Mostly we maintain a policy of ignoring each other. Live and let live, y'know?
Now, people who bullied my friends... I've had a few encounters like that. I tend to aggressively shame them in public, which is probably not the nice thing to do, but hey -- people who are acting nice to me and thinking I won't remember incidents involving new shirts, rotton tomatoes, and whipped cream? Really should reconsider.
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Writer's Block: Cheese doodle?
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Eyeballs. Faces. Stilletto shoes. Cats that look like bottles. Grapes. Starbursts.
I don't know what it says about me, other than the fact that I'm still working on eyeballs.
Eyeballs. Faces. Stilletto shoes. Cats that look like bottles. Grapes. Starbursts.
I don't know what it says about me, other than the fact that I'm still working on eyeballs.
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Writer's Block: She's a brainiac on the floor
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I will take super-smart if someone who takes super-rich hires me to look after their money for them. That way you'd know you weren't being stupid with it, eh?
I will take super-smart if someone who takes super-rich hires me to look after their money for them. That way you'd know you weren't being stupid with it, eh?
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Writer's Block: Personality goes a long way
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Yes, I have! And my reaction was 1) sort of incredulous laughter, 2) deliberately repeating the behaviour the bullies apparently wanted me to stop, 3) telling people about the bullying, and 4) never talking to those people again. At least, that was the most recent sequence of events.
Yes, I have! And my reaction was 1) sort of incredulous laughter, 2) deliberately repeating the behaviour the bullies apparently wanted me to stop, 3) telling people about the bullying, and 4) never talking to those people again. At least, that was the most recent sequence of events.