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My buddy Patrick has finally given in to peer pressure and got himself a blog. Well, OK, it’s an LJ. But that shouldn’t encourage ya’ll to think any less of him… heh heh

Why did I spend four pages getting the characters from the scholars’ quarters to dinner with the Patron when the maze-like layout of the keep has absolutely no bearing on anything that happens with the plot? Oh, yea, cause, “Someday it might!” Cut, cut, cut.

… and writing about llamas. Llamas, llamas, llamas. A fun word to spell, anyway. Ah, the things I do for money! Watched Ride with the Devil last night. Ohhh… Jonathan Rhys-Meyers with long hair. Still an asshole, sadly. But oh! Long hair. Also, probably the best line ever in response to the “Are you a

God, these things are such crap, but I’m not doing much else today… You scored as Either. You brain is neither specifically male nor female in the way you perceive things. As bad as this sounds it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being

Damn, that place was swanky! 35th floor, downtown, conference room with the big view of the city, everybody in slacks and ties and the whole nine yards. It seemed to go well. I certainly wouldn’t mind working there. Though I definately won’t be blogging *anything* about work if I end up there. I suspect there

OMG that was AWFUL.

Why is it I always end up being somebody’s guinea pig? When I was 16 and had my first gyno appointment, the doctor had an apprentice in there, and so propped me open and groped and pointed every couple of minutes to explain things to the apprentice while they both peered into my vagina. When

Well, I think I’ll sit here and take my mind off impending layoffs by making shit up. Not sure how much I want to prophesize potential series endings in chapter one, but at the same time, I’m a big believer in creating our own destiny, and these two characters are people who, well, *do* that.

Well, they let four people go last week. Looking at my time sheet, I’m wondering how much longer I get to hang on. Things just went totally downhill when Blaine left. God, wouldn’t getting laid off just be the perfect whipped topping celebrating the shitstorm that has been the last six months of my life?

On science and gender. An addition to this article.