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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.
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.
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