"Never get a cat."

[sab]

Here's some observations.

1. To LA-area folks. Have you heard this radio commercial for Mike Diamond Plumbing? Where they promise the plumber will show up on time and smell good? And/or the commercial riffs on smelling various plumbers to make sure they're not stinky? Is this a thing, now? Are angry homeowners calling to complain about the way their visiting plumbers smell? I can't imagine ever, in any circumstance, calling anywhere to complain about the smell of another human being. Much less the smell of a human being who's snaking my septic tank. I am FLUMMOXED.

2. And Edith is losing her hair. She's patchy, a little, she has one patch near her tail, on her back, and one patch on her chest, and two little ones on the top of her head. The Internet seems to think it's stress-related compulsive grooming, and she DOES smack her head a lot with her feet. Should I be worried? Note: I cannot afford a vet at the moment, especially since the Water and Power people came and harangued me this morning for the THREE HUNDRED THIRTY DOLLARS I owe him, so the answer to the Edith question must be either a) "I'm sure she's fine," or b) "I'm a vet, here's what you should do for under ten bucks."

3. To Do: DS9 ficathon, Mary Sue novel (done, because I rock), Jed/Leo, Paris/Kim, wish there were Voyager seasons beyond S2 torrented somewhere. Meanwhile, selenak comes home in two days. Be STILL MY NARN HEART!

Comments

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, no, sadly, no. Man, I wish. *g*

I'm freelance editing a novel for publication, written by a chick in Orange County. It is a knock-down-drag-out Mary Sue, but once I make her fix that (and we concoct a "plot" of some sort) we'll be in business. I just sent her notes on the first fifty pages, is what.

Trust me, you woulda heard a LOT more noise from this corner if I were writing/had written my OWN damned novel. I'm having a big day when I add one sentence and delete two on the current fic.

I'm thinking of making an LJ community for LEGITIMATE slackers only. No one with a day job is allowed to join, nor anyone with any sense of self-motivation or any sort of ability to finish projects. Then once we've rounded up the true complete fuckwits among us, we can smack each other around and, like, make one another finish our projects and, like, get jobs. Or just complain a lot about our inability to get anything done (because FRIENDS is on, DAMN IT). What do you say? *g*

[ropo.livejournal.com]

See, I'd join, of course. But the problem is, that once people got their asses kicked and did something with their lives, they'd have to leave the community. *g*

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Well, no worries, I'm too much of a slacker to actually get off my ass and create the community, so, moot point. *g*

Moo point, as Joey Tribbiani would say. "It's, like, a cow's opinion. It's moo."

[sorlklewis.livejournal.com]

If one was a semi-legitimate slacker, say, they had a job, but could NEVER finish anything... would that count for anything?

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Nope. *g* Well, wait. If you've been at your current job for less than six months, and plan on leaving (or being "asked" to "leave") within a year, I suppose you can join the fuckwit brigade. But for the most part it's TOTAL FUCKUPS ONLY! No one with even moderate success may apply! Those with their shit together will be shunned! SHUNNED, I say!

[hobsonphile.livejournal.com]

What if you're totally underachieving based on your school record? Because I have two jobs, but they're low wage jobs in office work and retail. And I'm a fucking member of Phi Beta Kappa, god damn it! Oh, and have I mentioned that my credit rating is in the toilet?