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Spare Me
#24 - Nan's COMMENTS are even hair back blowing. Anti, there is nothing menial about an honest day's labor. Menial is an awful word and should not be associated with you. You are not menial. Your work is not menial. Parasite/host mentality!! I love it. I had a couple of loser BFs in my past. It was amazing how they could sit on the couch and ask you to bring them another beer while you were doing the dishes after a full day's work. Dishes they made while you were working. I wrote a story about a loser. Maybe I'll post it. It's called "Steve is a Loser".— April 10, 2010 9:01 p.m.
Spare Me
Googles!?!!? I mean goggles!! Oy. Talk about too much time on the computer. Back to bed to read the paper. On paper.— April 10, 2010 9:41 a.m.
As You Sow, So Shall Your Reaper
I loved this but was hesitant to say so. It's actually quite good.— April 10, 2010 9:12 a.m.
Spare Me
I do it to, refried. I go back into the work force and I hate it with every fiber of my being. Enter at your own peril and don't stay long. I swear, as I was reading these threads, I saw the outline of a great story about the end of the written word and the flashes back in time - cut and paste!! I worked as a document control clerk at what became Sun Micro Systems in the '80s. My first "real" job. I used to update the run sheets for the engineers in the microchip clean rooms. They would give me the changes, I would take the static-free plastic wrapped sheets out of the notebooks, type the changes on a plain sheet of white paper to spec, and cut and paste them into the run sheet. No computer. Just a typewriter and a pair of scissors. And I looked really cool in my clean room outfit. Googles, hair net, blue gown and booties over my feet. Keep writing. You have something great in you.— April 10, 2010 9:09 a.m.
Where the Wild Things Are
I knew you'd understand!!!— April 10, 2010 8:44 a.m.
Spare Me
Reading is like breathing to me and when I see the demise of the written word on paper, it makes me sad. There are still some decent books that get published, but you are right. The audience is for wizards and twilights and whatever. I have never read those books and never will and am waiting anxiously for the next great novel. Thanks for your honesty. No one should have to do something that kills their soul in order to make money. Now get to work...;)— April 9, 2010 4:16 p.m.
Where the Wild Things Are
I screamed in Neil Patrick Harris's face "NEIL, NEIL!!!" as if he were 200 yards away rather than twelve inches. Even as the words were coming out of my mouth I was mortified, but I could not stop myself. He looked at me (or rather, looked right through me) and kept going. But I swear, we made eye contact.....— April 9, 2010 11:09 a.m.
The Early Daze, part 10
I love this series!! Looking forward to your next one.....— April 9, 2010 7:36 a.m.
Tundra # 11
Don't forget us!! http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx120/PickleCa…— April 8, 2010 8:44 p.m.
two bulls
Read the soap and am not sure I want to try to interpret this.— April 8, 2010 7:50 p.m.