I wonder if the local McDonald’s has ever looked at their sign from a car at the nearest street corner?
Of course, it could also mean they’re friendly toward large feline customers….
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Keep or Toss: Poll #1
Time to introduce a new feature! I’ve been having a lot of muse attacks lately, and darn it, I can’t wait until I have a finished product to put some stuff up for feedback. I can always read aloud to Kelson, but I’d really like more than one opinion for a change. (Not a dig at Kelson–I just like to widen my audience.) So here goes.
This is a bit from the infamous original-sequence story #6 (jeez, that sounds like a menu item). I don’t consider any of it spoilerish, but in case someone does, I’ve relegated it to the next page. Leave a comment and let me know if you think I should keep it as is, change it, or toss it.
Uruk-Hai in the building
Some kind of maintenance people are banging on pipes downstairs and I swear it sounds just like the frikkin “drums in the deep…”
Note to self #2
Do not attempt to demonstrate to your significant other how two people in your story would kiss when you’ve just eaten loads of allergens. It will not end well.
Yup, it’s good.
We actually did brave the line on Friday, sort of. A line of kids running out of Borders at the Block just as we were trying to get in, around 10:30. We stayed to look at the entertainment, which the adults were enjoying at least as much as the kids, and then got some coffee for the drive back. One woman seemed very optimistic about the amount of stuff she’d be able to get done while waiting–I didn’t see it, but Kelson reported that she had a thick stack of things like Divorce for Dummies piled next to her latte.
Saturday, we went on our roughly trimonthly software spree and netted about 8 relatively cool things for about 40% of the original cost. Leaving Fry’s, Kelson said, “So, where to? Home?…Food?…Borders?”
“Borders.”
Three minutes later: “Crap! We don’t have the confirmation number!”
It didn’t matter. The petite witch in the corset handed me a ticket that said “Hufflepuff 707” with no more ID than my name. I went off and picked up the Spanish edition of Prisoner of Azkaban that I’d seen the night before, which I got for 10% off. $30 for both PdA and OotP–not bad. And I only had to be in Hufflepuff for ten minutes.
I don’t remember where I left off Saturday night, but I picked it back up over breakfast on Sunday and didn’t put it down until somewhere around page 417, when it took me half an hour to convince myself to pick it back up again. Tenth grade is hell, and I know it intimately, but it was all just hitting too close. Maybe that speaks well of JKR, maybe it says she’s beating an undead horse. All I know is it very nearly lost me.
I did finish, about dinnertime on Sunday. And sort of went whaaaaaah at the sheer monumentality of 1) the book having been written and 2) my having read it.
I’ll be going all comp-lit on it in another post. Right now, though, bed.
One more day!!!!
It’s really too bad we’re not planning on braving the crowds of kids to go wait for Order of the Phoenix tonight. My hair’s really got its Hermione on.
Scary Thing #43
So I let work push me into taking a permanent disability rating class. (Which you probably knew if you’ve read my rating on Lindsey.) It’s pretty math-heavy, but most of it is relatively simple. We had a math quiz a few days in, to which I forgot to bring a calculator and ended up doing all the problems by hand. I still got 100% and managed to correct the answer key on one problem.
Today we had the first midterm. I had a calculator, but the damn thing wouldn’t turn on, so I ended up doing the math by hand again. This ended up including wacked-out fractions, decimal long division, and other time-consuming processes. Everybody else had calculators, presumably ones that worked. And I was still the second person out of there.
They’ll probably all incinerate me with looks next week. But at least I’ll die smug.