I print, when I have to, at work. Because we have an IT department that is paid to fix the printers, and I know their number.
Exactly! The investment would be steep--to work such magic would require hundreds of thousands--but once it was perfected, you'd make it all back in a day or two!
Yeah, really. Go to a favorite artist and say, "Here's a check for $35,000. Make me a comic."
Practically writes itself!
Ah, if only I had the money to lose running a publishing house.
Am I daft, or would an anthology of "Responses by Reviewer #2" not be a great deal of fun, esp. to write for?
Sports talk, so look away if you're averse.
At what point does Andy Reid get some criticism for making awful people a part of his team, as long as they can play football? Now one of the Chiefs' is up for animal cruelty.
Turned in a manuscript today and am feeling the usual postpartum blues.
What should I read to distract me?
And trained. And told ahead of time that childcare is now a part of their jobs. And paid commensurately.
I blame my muse for that sort of thing. Stupid inconvenient muse.
I have, actually, been awaiting someone with the "courage" to re-enact John Howard Griffin's "journey" in 1961 which led to BLACK LIKE ME (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_L...) .
I have repeatedly told him about the horrors of the lee shore, but does he listen?
The boy has begun playing The Return of the Obra Dinn, and suddenly my years of reading Patrick O'Brian are directly useful to me as a parent!
Salagadoola menchicka boola
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got?
Matches the symptoms--but I'll get myself tested just to be sure.
Beginning stages, I think, and only my fingertips. Could be a lot worse
dammit.
Just realized why my fingers are tingling so much now. It's the start of carpal tunnel. Gah.
Fortunately ours has the memory of a gnat and has already forgiven us.
You know what's fun? Cutting badly tangled patches out of the coat of a Maine coon.
The Aztecs knew how to defend against a three point shooting team
That's like saying a three-minute-long rock single is inherently superior to a half-hour-long classical piece. Pace isn't the be-all and end-all, and besides, sometimes a slower pace best fits a story.
Agreeing with what you're saying, of course.