
We had a going-away party for one of our acquisitions editors today. The editorial director got up and gave this long speech about how great she was and all that. Then she got up and thanked him for everything he'd done for her "despite his deranged self-posturing." I said damn.
Remember when you were a kid and you'd just gotten out of the shower, you'd stand in front of the mirror for a few minutes, messing your wet hair up into all sorts of crazy looks and making funny faces? Yeah. I still do that. I'll post pictures one day, but you have to give me money or favors in return.
Almost ten years ago, I worked with a chick named Shawnacca. And it just occurred to me about ten minutes ago that I should have called her Chewbacca for kicks and hijinks. Oh, well--live and learn. The next time I run into a Shawnacca, I'll know what to do.
frackinfrickin: like, you can't just roll up amongst them people and start babbling about clit-licking lesbians
People, if you're going to have authors in your list of interests, at least have the common decency to spell their names correctly. That is all.