Oh, my my my my my my. I guess the title should be "Complaining about stuff and THEN posting a funny clip". I need to get outside and plant my 100 bulbs so that springtime will be full of tulips and daffodils instead of just mud and wind. Instead, I'm stuck in that mopey mood where I sigh a lot and fuss about the large amount of unfriendly housework and difficult schoolwork and frustrating parenting that needs to be done. And, surprisingly enough, fussing about it doesn't make it get done. That's the bad part.
I did a presentation in my editing class about relationships between editors and writers and I found this little gem. Funny funny funny.
And now it's time for me to return to the moping part of my day.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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Hello, Stella!
That. Is. Magnificent. Ah. Don't we have such a desire to tinker with other people's stuff, even when it's perfectly fine? We were talking about that recently on Copyediting-L--over-editing. Even now, I have a project that involves me only looking at the notes, but it takes all my strength not to attend to the possibly horrible writing there, too!
Let's hope we're not like *that* editor in the clip...or something like that, but not that. :)
Anyway, thanks for visiting my humble little blog and for your props! I suspect too much water, too. The somewhat end of the story is that my sister-in-law is newly in culinary school and took pity on me, explaining that apparently what I was attempting (poorly) to do was to make *stock*. Which is made with bones. *Broth* is made with ground meat. And each of them involves eighty-five steps that I never should have asked about, because that probably means I won't make either in eight-five years! Oh well. Good thing I'm not much of a recipe-follower!
I hope you're having a better day today on this post-election morning, despite the fact that voting, for me, was like choosing between mold and dust--um, neither. At least now it's all over!
Good luck with the school working, parenting, and house cleaning. There are areas of my house which yell at me, but luckily I have become deaf. And blind. To those areas.
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