Cyber Fags
I tell you what, this is what I Love about the internet. People can log onto forums, chat rooms, blogs and whatever else you like, and start fucking flamewars.
Half of these people wouldn't say this shit to your face.
But I guess that's the problem; there's no impact, no broken bones or bruised faces. The internet emasculates you. No one in these flamewars can hold up an argument with real logic, no one possesses the wit necessary to turn an insult around properly.
When this happens in real life, fists fly.
On the internet, phrases so inane that they don't bear repeating here float around like punches from a Boxing Nun.
Fags.
(btw, you don't have to be homosexual to be a fag)
Anyway.
Apparently there is REAL medicinal value in Chicken Soup. Your mother always told you there was, but now, the University of Nebrasca Medical Center has published a study in which chicken soup, not chicken, or chicken broth, but the actual concoction of Chicken Soup, has certain cold-impeding qualities.
On another note, I edited something like 68 pages last night.
The down side is this. Two chapters, 5: with 36, and 6 with 32 pages respectively. They are now 15, and 10 pages. The fifth chapter would have been less, but I rewrote the entire damn thing.
sigh.
Just more than half of the pages were kept in said editing session.
Now, I'm going to keep another 8-12 from the sixth chapter, but they will end up far later in the story, and possibly be changed drastically, because the character is not the same 3 years later. Though I suspect that maybe the leave for the second year might work... regardless.
Shi-hit.
by the way, I can't tell you how many pages i have edited so far, due to some not being posted, and others being edited twice. I was going chronologically, but I stopped. about 100 pages, I'd say.
Problem. 150 left, plus 88 from the beginning, and as of now, something like 80 more pages to write.
Which means, of course, I'm still "fortifying the hill with the bodies" or, making more "funky stories with rib cages in them" as Wash would put it.
Half of these people wouldn't say this shit to your face.
But I guess that's the problem; there's no impact, no broken bones or bruised faces. The internet emasculates you. No one in these flamewars can hold up an argument with real logic, no one possesses the wit necessary to turn an insult around properly.
When this happens in real life, fists fly.
On the internet, phrases so inane that they don't bear repeating here float around like punches from a Boxing Nun.
Fags.
(btw, you don't have to be homosexual to be a fag)
Anyway.
Apparently there is REAL medicinal value in Chicken Soup. Your mother always told you there was, but now, the University of Nebrasca Medical Center has published a study in which chicken soup, not chicken, or chicken broth, but the actual concoction of Chicken Soup, has certain cold-impeding qualities.
On another note, I edited something like 68 pages last night.
The down side is this. Two chapters, 5: with 36, and 6 with 32 pages respectively. They are now 15, and 10 pages. The fifth chapter would have been less, but I rewrote the entire damn thing.
sigh.
Just more than half of the pages were kept in said editing session.
Now, I'm going to keep another 8-12 from the sixth chapter, but they will end up far later in the story, and possibly be changed drastically, because the character is not the same 3 years later. Though I suspect that maybe the leave for the second year might work... regardless.
Shi-hit.
by the way, I can't tell you how many pages i have edited so far, due to some not being posted, and others being edited twice. I was going chronologically, but I stopped. about 100 pages, I'd say.
Problem. 150 left, plus 88 from the beginning, and as of now, something like 80 more pages to write.
Which means, of course, I'm still "fortifying the hill with the bodies" or, making more "funky stories with rib cages in them" as Wash would put it.
posted by Hadrian: Dark One at 12:59 PM
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