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God, no. Wouldn't that be amazing? I'm talking about this SG news article: ENB.\

But I did hang out with them before one of their concerts in Hamtramck in the mid-80s. That was fun.

Oh, and have you heard of the Russian swear *language*? It is an entire, real language, with a large vocabulary built out of just four roots, which are, like, cock, fuck, cunt, and whore, or something like that.

And you might want to check out the fun and fascinating Swearasaurus.

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Now you're talking like a proper sycophant of mine. Although, you really never need an excuse for more beer.

Once in a while, I make exotic meat jambalaya. The last one was crawfish, alligator, and lapin. It was magnificent.

How was kangaroo? I've never had it.

Kangaroo and stewed prunes sounds interesting. From growing up in deer country, I can tell you that gameyness in meat can usually be cut by cooking it with a little bacon grease (I love deer steaks fried in bacon grease). I've never had horse, though. Some strange bit of sentimentality prevents me from eating any animal that would have been a childhood companion--so no dog, cat, or horse.

For the writing, let it come as it comes. Most of the prolific authors are shit, anyway. The only reason you want to be Steven King is to be rich. Plus, most of them had shitty day jobs to begin with, so keep your head up.

Ahhhh.

When I'm on, I can do about six pages of near-final-draft quality work every hour. I put down a 60,000 word novel in just over three days once. Then come the times like now when I just can't write.

You can imagine how nuts that makes me.

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Thanks for the tip -- I will see what time will allow.

I doubt you'll need my luck wishes. My shoe-owning powers have grown to the point where I no longer buy the shoes, I simply adore them from afar and point lesser buyers to them.

My edit was to replace the incorrect "I've had with the numerous of the SGSeattle people" section with "I've had with various of the SGSeattle people", and you know it. Trying to make a poor, vain boy look bad. So very sad.

I LOATHE mayonnaise. My freshman year of college my roommates and I knew mayonnaise only as "The Devil's Condiment."
Yech. Give me mustard any day.

Edited to say that only NHS gives one the right to be an overwhelming ass!

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Sounds awesome, I'm always open to new good music!

Excellent, my plan is almost complete!

Thanks for the link to Zack's page; he seems to be just what I'm looking for. I'll try e-mailing him today or tomorrow about some specifics.

Oh, and by the way, you rock my socks off. Cheers.

Teehee! Thank you for the reminder. You don't need to repost. I just need to tack up the list somewhere that I will see it everyday. (Yes, I AM a silly monkey! )

Just think of the interstellar war that thoughtless act will provoke! Oh well, when you're hungry . . .

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Hmm . . . do you happen to know what the thoery is called, or who proposed it? I would like to know more about it.

Well, it serves a number of different purposes depending on who you ask. First off, what is it? Once one defines Hell for oneself, we are a step closer to determining its status.

For me, Hell is a necessary component of literature. I mean, where would we be without Milton's Hell? "Tis' better to rule . . .," you know that jazz, right? In this instance, Hell is not so much a mythical, socially constructed landscape, but a private landscape defined by one's absolute determination, the power of being able to say "I'm not taking your shit, I'll fight to the last breath before I submit." It is the best and the worst of being human.

Or, you could look to Dante, who argued something along the same point when he put Ulysses in Hell. If Christianity (for instance) has its way, nearly everyone that we look up to in the past as a heroic figure would most likely have their own room in Hell.

Oh hell, I could go on forever.

It amuses me that Milton started popping up in conversation all over the site right when I started reading Paradise Lost again...

MC Hawking made me laugh until my third nut dropped. Then I cried.

You are loved.

They could have been drunk while writing that, hence the typo. I'm not complaining, though. I can think of no better source for rationalizing my vices than a group of tipsy medical scientists.

In that case, I'll be fine.

it was okay, i have a trial day tomorrow which i'm kind of nervous about but i know my boss sold me to the new guy so hopefully it should be okay...

ps: reading the dictionary is the coolest thing ever. true fact.

Hm...I'll have to look up pecunious...vincible...iterate (actually, I think that really is a word)...cidivism (you know, like recidivist).

I remember hearing the story that some Victorian British colonel in India telegraphed that he had just taken the city of Sindh with a one-word message: Peccavi...as in 'I have Sindh.' I don't know that the story is true, but I didn't make it up.