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[hawkwing_lb]

Offered without comment:

From Dream to Dream by Arlene Golds

Pausing to tear a shuddering yet strangely silent breath from her uncooperative lungs, she glanced hurriedly at the hazy outlines of her surroundings. No longer did she retain any sense of direction...

http://www.baen.com/chapters/W200606/141652066X.htm?blurb

I found it... educational.

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Comments

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Oy.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

You read that disclaimer, right? I really mean that disclaimer.

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

I can tell....

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

You have also, perhaps, discovered the why?

(It would be cruel and inhumane to give my opinions in this case. However, other people's are shamelessly solicited.)

NB: This comment was made a v. tired person. Misunderstandings should be blamed on this state.

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

"Whimpering soundlessly". I should think not. "Dead deadweight"? Good gods and goddesses. How in the Eternal Names did this one make it through the Slush Pile?

Even the anesthesia provided by several glasses of decent red wine* can't protect me from that.

"Happy Hour" at the neighbors, and quite a nice little time we had.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I particularly liked, '"How did you vomit?"'

(Oh little gods of the slush-pile, have mercy on my offerings. But do not be too merciful, I invoke. Call not the VC MoD down upon my head.)

Happy Hour, hey? Sounds good. :-)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Also, "meet the new neighbors", with their 8-mo old baby girl. It was good. We brought a bottle of Pinot Grigio and some scallops wrapped in bacon, and chatted with folks we haven't seen in a while. We really must do that more often. The kids ran off and played video games in the basement, leaving us to our boring grown-up talk. :-)

All this detail is to help me forget what I just read. ;-) I fear I must go scrub my brain with Brain Bleach. Bleah.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I am sorry...

::passes scrubbing brush::

...but really, you didn't have to click the clicky-link. :-)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

No, no, not your fault -- I did click on the linky thing despite your disclaimer. :-) Sometimes one just has to see the accident with one's own eyes. Then one has to scrub one's own eyes and one's own brain.

Off to the St. Paddy's parade* in DC, an extravaganza of ethnicities pretending alliance to the Emerald Isle, and a celebration that was begun in the USA long before the Irish ever marched on the saint's day. ;-) BTW, did you know that 33.7 million USians claim Irish ancestry? Me neither.

*No, I don't wear anything that requests kisses based on my ancestry, nor do I ever partake of food or drink that is colored green.

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

...but I did have a nice plate of corned beef and cabbage. Alas, I could not eat the potatoes (rank heresy, I know). Taters give me heartburn something fierce, a fact which I realized in time for my visit to Ireland to my intense sorrow. Yes. I suffered rather than let my rellies think I didn't like their potatoes.

Oddly enough, this year DJ suddenly decided that he liked corned beef -- which he has never done before -- so the little bugger got some of mine and I got some of his fish without the chips. This is the fate I suffer because I make him taste everything at least once. He'll thank me when he's grown and all. ;-)

[davefreer.livejournal.com]

thank you so much for showing me why my poor little offerings are so ill regarded by the publishing industry

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

nor do I ever partake of food or drink that is colored green.

A very sensible attitude towards (not-naturally) green food. :-)

(My attitude towards food: don't eat it if it's not a natural colour, and don't eat it if it's still moving. It's just not safe :-))

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

But the Purple! The adjectives! The adverbs! The oxymoron! The absolute and utter confusion as to what the hell was actually going on! Was it not glorious?! :-)

(Yes, sarcasm has been switched to ON)

[davefreer.livejournal.com]

it obviously works :-/.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Now that I doubt. It might sell copies, when it comes out and the inevitable mockery begins - did you pick up on L'Affaire Venom C*ck, by any chance? But whether that kind of writing can support a career...?

If it can, I had better re-think my priorities. More Purple, more sex, more confusion and much more baroque. Not that I have anything against sex and the baroque, of course, but sometimes - from the point of view of good taste*, if nothing else - less is definitely more.

Tell y'what, Dave: let's try and beat the Paragons of Purple (Unreadable) Prose at their own game. :-) You do the humour, I'll do the unreadable Purple Prose (tm), and submit it under someone else's name entirely to protect your good reputation :-).

(Yes of course I'm joking. :-) But you have to admit, it'd be a fun experiment...)

*I had an old-fashioned education. So sue me. :-)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Aw, man. Well, tell you what: we'll find some high schoolers of approximately 14 years of age, just brimming with OMG!! and SQUEE!! and make them rewrite your stuff into the purplest of purple prose. They'll get extra credit of some kind, which will make them happy. Only, please think up some purplish nom de plume so us loyalists won't suffer unduly. ;-)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Not moving, eh? You never saw the movie "Dark Crystal" then? ;-)

I'll let Dave chime in with the African foods that move. I'm sure there's plenty. They have all those large insects that are supposed to be really tasty. ;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Insects? ::shudder::