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valis2The class was for my mom's senior citizen ladies group, and they were all either lovely and beaming, or cranky and frowning. It was definitely an experience. My mom really wanted people to attend, so she halved the cost of the class and then paid for the other half herself, which kind of devalued my craft, but was sweet of her. Twelve people showed up, so it was kind of crazy. I expected five or six.
Some funny/introspection-provoking things that happened...
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We parked in the parking lot of a store and got out of the van, heading towards the front door. A cute rural guy was coming out of the store and walking towards a pickup truck that contained a very shaggy dalmation mix. The dog was excited as hell and was barking up a storm. The guy said, "No, that's my seat! Stay on your seat!" and sighed in a very cute way as he approached the driver's side door. He went to open the door but couldn't. "She locked it!" he said. He ran to the other side, saying "I'd better get to that side before she locks it too!" It was highly amusing.
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We were in a small town. It is a very cute little town, with a lovely B&B, and several interesting restaurants and shops. We were walking down the sidewalk when I realized that the man who just passed us was carrying a chainsaw.
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I had a dream where someone explained the internet term PWNed to me and I was like, hey! thanks! Until just about a minute ago, when I realized that it was a dream and I still don't know what it means.
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I came back to skip?=420, which is pretty impressive for not quite four days.
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A gallery took on some of my more high-end pieces. Not quite a victory, because I'm not certain they'll sell. I even brought her a display piece and suggested my more economical and popular things, but she went straight for the Cursed Piece, which has been displayed at countless shows for years and has never sold (it is $350). I am kind of sad about this turn of events. I thought she'd be a good account.
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bookwench2096 is going to laugh, laugh, laugh...my father is considering purchasing a Jeep.
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I re-read about twenty chapters of tLS, and noticed several small one word errors. Such as "suspicious" for "suspicions" (happened twice, actually). I did not note any of them because I intend to read it all through on the computer and correct there, and the printed out copy I had with me is so dog-eared and tattered and already has three rounds of revisions inked upon it. I just couldn't think of a new symbol for the fourth round. What will actually happen is I'll start to re-read it on the computer and I'll gloss right over the problems because I won't read it as thoroughly as I did over the weekend.
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Funniest line from the new batch ofmctabby's Summary Executions:
Harry is brually bashed, so is Draco, Harry befriends the four founders, Ginny falls pregnant, Hermione falls in love. Claire is a trashy death eater from france.
Is it wrong that I now want to write the epic tail of Claire the Trashy Death Eater?
I just noticed that I typed "tail" instead of "tale", completely by accident, and that it is actually rather apropos.
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Watched Phantom of the Opera movie with the parental units. It was overwrought. I loved the beginning, with the incredible organ music and the chandelier and the b&w going to color, fabulous, gave me chills, but the rest of it...meh. I laughed out loud at many inappropriate moments and now my parents think I'm a bit bonkers. It was just so silly and...overwrought. Though I found myself consumed with the idea of it. The thought of a hidden world under the opera house, where the music reverberates and resonates, and candles light themselves...it's a bit delicious, really.
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Went to a little rural farm and purchased some herbs. My mother was wandering off in her usual rapid manner, so my father and I were standing there, looking at the beautiful piece of land where the farm is located. My father looked around, and said, "I want to own land like this" and also mentioned, in a beautiful, short set of words, that he wants to feel some sort of connection, that he wants to have this feeling of the land in his heart. It nearly made me cry, standing there holding my three pitiful plants, wishing that land could make everything right. He mentioned that he loves watching this show called McLeod's Daughters (sp) and that they ride horses or drive across the land, and it makes him so aware of it. He said that he often thinks that he could have lived his life in so many different ways. We all have so many choices, so many directions, and I stood there looking at this beautiful piece of property, and thought about the breadth of experience, the hope of seeing one thing more in your life, and my sweet, loving father, and was moved.
Some funny/introspection-provoking things that happened...
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We parked in the parking lot of a store and got out of the van, heading towards the front door. A cute rural guy was coming out of the store and walking towards a pickup truck that contained a very shaggy dalmation mix. The dog was excited as hell and was barking up a storm. The guy said, "No, that's my seat! Stay on your seat!" and sighed in a very cute way as he approached the driver's side door. He went to open the door but couldn't. "She locked it!" he said. He ran to the other side, saying "I'd better get to that side before she locks it too!" It was highly amusing.
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We were in a small town. It is a very cute little town, with a lovely B&B, and several interesting restaurants and shops. We were walking down the sidewalk when I realized that the man who just passed us was carrying a chainsaw.
------
I had a dream where someone explained the internet term PWNed to me and I was like, hey! thanks! Until just about a minute ago, when I realized that it was a dream and I still don't know what it means.
------
I came back to skip?=420, which is pretty impressive for not quite four days.
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A gallery took on some of my more high-end pieces. Not quite a victory, because I'm not certain they'll sell. I even brought her a display piece and suggested my more economical and popular things, but she went straight for the Cursed Piece, which has been displayed at countless shows for years and has never sold (it is $350). I am kind of sad about this turn of events. I thought she'd be a good account.
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bookwench2096 is going to laugh, laugh, laugh...my father is considering purchasing a Jeep.------
I re-read about twenty chapters of tLS, and noticed several small one word errors. Such as "suspicious" for "suspicions" (happened twice, actually). I did not note any of them because I intend to read it all through on the computer and correct there, and the printed out copy I had with me is so dog-eared and tattered and already has three rounds of revisions inked upon it. I just couldn't think of a new symbol for the fourth round. What will actually happen is I'll start to re-read it on the computer and I'll gloss right over the problems because I won't read it as thoroughly as I did over the weekend.
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Funniest line from the new batch of
mctabby's Summary Executions:Harry is brually bashed, so is Draco, Harry befriends the four founders, Ginny falls pregnant, Hermione falls in love. Claire is a trashy death eater from france.
Is it wrong that I now want to write the epic tail of Claire the Trashy Death Eater?
I just noticed that I typed "tail" instead of "tale", completely by accident, and that it is actually rather apropos.
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Watched Phantom of the Opera movie with the parental units. It was overwrought. I loved the beginning, with the incredible organ music and the chandelier and the b&w going to color, fabulous, gave me chills, but the rest of it...meh. I laughed out loud at many inappropriate moments and now my parents think I'm a bit bonkers. It was just so silly and...overwrought. Though I found myself consumed with the idea of it. The thought of a hidden world under the opera house, where the music reverberates and resonates, and candles light themselves...it's a bit delicious, really.
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Went to a little rural farm and purchased some herbs. My mother was wandering off in her usual rapid manner, so my father and I were standing there, looking at the beautiful piece of land where the farm is located. My father looked around, and said, "I want to own land like this" and also mentioned, in a beautiful, short set of words, that he wants to feel some sort of connection, that he wants to have this feeling of the land in his heart. It nearly made me cry, standing there holding my three pitiful plants, wishing that land could make everything right. He mentioned that he loves watching this show called McLeod's Daughters (sp) and that they ride horses or drive across the land, and it makes him so aware of it. He said that he often thinks that he could have lived his life in so many different ways. We all have so many choices, so many directions, and I stood there looking at this beautiful piece of property, and thought about the breadth of experience, the hope of seeing one thing more in your life, and my sweet, loving father, and was moved.