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[rantingmule.livejournal.com]

BLOG FLOGGIN' TIME.

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/10/saturday-morning.html



It's Saturday.

NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!!! Without LKH's vital announcement we'd have NO IDEA what day it is today!!!

I have a few precious moments alone, well, okay, not alone-alone.

Uhhh...whut? You're either alone or you aren't. :P Also...oh god, the grammar. Why does she keep raping sentence structure and grammar? What the hell did they ever do to her???

I mean we have four dogs once you're up, they're up, and alone isn't really accurate when you have a beagle howl/barking at your feet.

Abusing the language this badly should be a federal offense.

This worked out well, until at fifteen he began to loose some of his housebreaking sensibilities. Now, first thing every morning is clean up. We've taken up the carpet in the living room and won't put it down again until we're short a dog.

Okay, having cared for elderly and incontenent dogs, I can assure you there ARE ways to cope that don't involve dog piss on your carpets, Laurell. Piddle pads are a godsend...if those don't cut it, there are actual doggy diapers.

Seriously, someone with some VERY basic knowledge about pets should give her a fuckin' clue.

I'm nattering on about the dogs because you guys are going to have to wait until next week for me to explain to you what the heck I was alluding to in the blog about sausage making.

This does NOT bode well, folks.

Friday was a very long day.

Strange, I thought it was the standard 24 hours. O.o

We're discussing the cover and the book isn't done. This has become a standard with me in the last few years, but I always find it disturbing.

Laurell, honey? WE DO TOO. Thing is, we would hopefully have the common sense to insist that it STOP.

Publicity is great, but more and more the other parts of the business are interrupting the actually writing of the books.

Then it's time for the publicity to DIE, mmkay?

I cannot seem to make anyone understand how disruptive even a small interruption can be to the writing, let alone hours of it.

Oh no, we understand COMPLETELY. But the thing is YOU DON'T!!!

Before I left for Orlando and New York the book was so real to me, the climax so close, and since then it seems like I haven't had a peaceful day complete to get back into the book.

...wow, so not goin' there. O.O

God, it sounds like I'm whining, I hate that. If all I can do is whine I'm stopping. I'm just really, really tired guys. Sorry about that.

See...that right there gives me pause. I wonder...is Laurell finally realizing things? Is the NOT-crazy LKH still out there? Can she possibly still exist?

I dunno. But when I see her writing self-aware things like that, I feel some tiny bit of hope.

Some days I wonder about having four dogs, but most of the time they lighten the load, which is what they've been doing for us humans for about ten thousand years is it now?

Actually, based on some of the things she's written and that scary dog-being-thrown-in-the-air picture, I really question her ability to properly care for ANY dogs.

I'd have to look it up to be certain, and get two books to agree, but a long time.

Yeah that pesky research thing is just too hard to do. Better go look at some glossy callendars instead.

I told him God has to exist otherwise why would dog's have scratchy spots that make their leg go when you pet them. He laughed, and said it was one of the best arguments he'd ever heard.

...that's pathetic.

If it was all a cosmic accident why would there be so many things that are just for fun, just because they make us smile?

Well, fact of the matter is, they AREN'T there just to make us smile. They're there by evolutionary design, or evolutionary accident or glitch.

I'm outta here.

Now she feels the need to announce the end of her blog. Sad.

You've seen me depressed, whining, happy, now philosophical.

...uhhh. Depressed, yes...whining, EVERY DAMN BLOG it seems...happy, if you say so...PHILOSOPHICAL? God exists because dogs have itches? THAT'S PHILOSOPHICAL???

So time to stop blogging and get on with my day.

We gathered that from your "I'm outta here" statement, actually.

Give us SOME credit, we aren't TOTAL imbeciles.

Besides, I just heard Jimmy pee on the floor.

*sigh* Like I said, if she had a FUCKIN' CLUE about dogs, it wouldn't really be an issue.

I love my dogs, I love them all. Damnit.

Why the "Damnit" at the end? Does she REGRET feeling for her pets? My god, that disturbs me.

Comments

[salveo-opes.livejournal.com]

Mule, sweetie, don't you know that days now come in very long, Richard long, and Micah long?

If someone is tired, someone should just set their alarm for twenty minutes later, go to bed thirty minutes earlier, or spare us all and just not fucking blog.

How frapping difficult is it to take the dog to a vet and get a professional opinion regarding said pet's health and care? How difficult would it be to speak with a vet assistant or even a groomer about it? How about someone who knows about pets? There's pet websites that offer help and advice. Oh wait, that doesn't involve a calendar.

If the pets are a burden, give them to someone who can appreciate them and take care of them properly. Same concept as children. It's not a difficult thing to figure out, really.

If the cover artist isn't producing anything satisfactory, move along to someone else. It's not that difficult to do--there are scads of artists who would be glad for any exposure--no pun intended--who could meet a deadline. I can think of three off the top of my head who are as capable of producing excellent work which is as good as, if not better, than anything I've seen on LKH's covers.

What day is it again? I had a brunette moment and forgot.

[dracoliciousss.livejournal.com]

"Some days I wonder about having four dogs, but most of the time they lighten the load, which is what they've been doing for us humans for about ten thousand years is it now?"


Wow...i should send her a calendar that explains the difference between a declarative and an interrogative sentence.

Mule, i love your floggies ~~~

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

I love my dogs, I love them all. Damnit.
I think this has got to qualify as one of the strangest statements about pet ownership she has made. It seems to imply that something or somebody is trying to take away at least one of her dogs with the implication that she doesn't love them all. So she has a need to express her love for the dogs so the entity will know she loves them and not one of them can leave.

[foxfire74.livejournal.com]

*shrug* Actually, this is the first LKH sentence that's gotten even a smile out of me since...oh, "Burnt Offerings" or so. I could definitely see a round of "I love my baby, I love my baby, I love my baby DAMMIT" after she's tried to grab her 173rd Illicit Object or filled her diaper 3.5 seconds after changing. Sounds to me like that was just resigned annoyance, and therefore a teeny-tiny peek at the sane LKH that used to exist.

But that's just me.

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

I suppose not-sane LKH is just colouring my views of her blogging.

[ladymina.livejournal.com]

actually dog diapers don't work for all dogs ... my little incontinent monster (63cm high) just thinks they are funny to take apart, so yes we had to take the carpet out of the living room, too.
And while I do love my dogs life will be easier when we lose her.

apart from that this woman is not equipped to keep dogs, I saw the pictures of the poor little ones on clothes and ack ...

[catskin.livejournal.com]

Who wants to club together and buy LKH a dictionary and a copy of "Eats, Shoots and Leaves" for Christmas?

[brandiweed.livejournal.com]

I would also recommend The Deluxe Transitive Vampire (it's a grammar book. No, really. That title might entice her, though) and Strunk & White's Elements of Style.

[dwg.livejournal.com]

In defence of "it's Saturday," for those of us in the scary America Land, and in the GMT+ zones...like, say, Australia, it's not that wanky at all.

Because we're like, way ahead of you guys. We're on Sunday, even parts of Monday when you're still in Saturday. It's easy to forget that you guys are so behind us, or that we're ahead of you - I know there are people on my f-list that totally forget that I'm not on the same continent.

As for the rest of the flog, oh god, you read the blog entry? Like, the actual words? I saw the ginormity of the post, brief reference to THE HARLEQUIN and that it's AB:VH 15 and skimmed the rest. I honestly do not care about her theories on god and dogs. Though, given that she's got her Wiccan on, shouldn't she be saying this is evidence of TEH GOODESZ!!1! or at the very least, Diety?

Feh.

Meanwhile, I'm going to start wondering if I've missed something because last count, there were only 14 AB:VH books, unless LKH herself is counting Micah in the series. Which it shouldn't be. Because it's a spinoff thanks to her publisher wanting to put out short paperbacks written by their big names. I haven't been counting Micah as AB:VH 13. DM is 13, because it follows on from ID. The Harlequin, from my understanding of the original posts that LKH made, was to be the second in the spinoff series and featuring Edward, therefore it wasn't going to be an AB:VH book either.

So either I'm being incredibly neurotic and obsessive, or LKH can't even keep her own books straight.

Colour me confused.

[defiler-wyrm.livejournal.com]

I told him God has to exist otherwise why would dog's have scratchy spots that make their leg go when you pet them. He laughed, and said it was one of the best arguments he'd ever heard.
DUR-DEH-DURRR, LATERAL SCRATCH REFLEX = EXISTENCE OF GAWD. If that's one of the best arguments you've ever heard, buddy, you're either an atheist or a fucking moron.

[rantingmule.livejournal.com]

Either that or he's humouring the Scary Foot Porn Lady. XD

[rantingmule.livejournal.com]

I FAIL AT HTML. :P

That should read as follows:

Either that or he's humouring the Scary Foot Porn Lady. XD