dh, I’ll email you the chapter where the protaganist has sex with the Bulgarian model. When I was making notes, I wrote, “This reads more like erotica than regular fiction. Yeah, we’re guys, we like boobs, but this is a bit much.”
People who buy “green” products are such sheep. Their choices have no meaning or consequence. It makes them feel smug. Otherwise it’s just an illusion of choice in a world in which choices are meaningless.
In the words of one of the great philosophers of our time, “America is the fucking matrix.”
Tell you what, DH, you can have the greeter job. I’ll take a position as stock boy so I can pocket half the glitter that comes in on the supply trucks 🙂
My writers group met Wed. night. The rich finance guy wasn’t there but sent a box of t-shirts with “The Jay Team” on the front (his first initial) and each of our names on the back, with numbers. I was number 5, the number I would have picked on my own.
We sent him a group email thanking him. He replied last night:
“Thanks for those kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed the shirts: you can use them to signal to the Coast Guard when Earl comes through.
The Agent reviewed my book and gave me her notes, so apparently I need to rewrite it completely with a better structure, a plot and some characters that are not two dimensional.”
“And I’ll have a special room in the house where my wife can go watch TV.”
Do you know that I’m totally paranoid now whenever I watch tv in front of people? Is it just as unattractive to witness a lady watching Shakespeare?
dh, I’ll email you the chapter where the protaganist has sex with the Bulgarian model. When I was making notes, I wrote, “This reads more like erotica than regular fiction. Yeah, we’re guys, we like boobs, but this is a bit much.”
deal snappy!
“so apparently I need to rewrite it completely with a better structure, a plot and some characters that are not two dimensional.”
those things are all overrated. you should add more:
1) strippers
2) boobs
3) sex
4) explosions
People who buy “green” products are such sheep. Their choices have no meaning or consequence. It makes them feel smug. Otherwise it’s just an illusion of choice in a world in which choices are meaningless.
In the words of one of the great philosophers of our time, “America is the fucking matrix.”
Tell you what, DH, you can have the greeter job. I’ll take a position as stock boy so I can pocket half the glitter that comes in on the supply trucks 🙂
My writers group met Wed. night. The rich finance guy wasn’t there but sent a box of t-shirts with “The Jay Team” on the front (his first initial) and each of our names on the back, with numbers. I was number 5, the number I would have picked on my own.
We sent him a group email thanking him. He replied last night:
“Thanks for those kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed the shirts: you can use them to signal to the Coast Guard when Earl comes through.
The Agent reviewed my book and gave me her notes, so apparently I need to rewrite it completely with a better structure, a plot and some characters that are not two dimensional.”
LMAO
haha snappy! you’d probably get it over me too. i’m not exactly Mr. Customer Service
“at the rate i’m going i’ll probably be working as a greeter at wal-mart when i’m 80”
Not if I take the job first, DH! I’m rowing oars on that same damned boat!