Back in December, New York Magazine had a neat page that featured the writing of people all over Manhattan. The reporters had approached “laptop-using strangers in Starbucks … and asked them to show us the sentence they were working on.” Cool, huh? The results ranged from cover letters to rap lyrics to essays on gender identity. My favorite was a grad student writing a film. His last sentence: “Navy Seal (Steve).” Go Steve!
So I thought it would be fun to ask you guys: what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery? Mine was: “what’s the last sentence you wrote before surfing over here to the hot pink wonder palace of Bitchery?” (It’s not very interesting if I play along, is it?)
“Insured does not have coverage for water damage.”
Fascinating, no?
Last line was a Twitter: “Then again, Mystery Science Theater is on.”
In response to an email from my mum with a lovely tomato bisque recipe attached.
I think it’s a cunning plan!
Response to a Livejournal comment. My friend’s response was another Blackadder quote. I &heart; my friends.
I officially have strep throat…LAME.
The drive is 35-45 minutes, barring traffic.
Deciding, via email, on a lunch location.
A man candy discussion… what else?
Since I got to come in to work late this morning the last thing I wrote was right before bed.
3. Club Dead – C. Harris
I’m trying to keep a journal of all the new books that I read this year. (I’ve decided comfort rereading doesn’t count or I wouldn’t be on #3.)
“minutes44”: about how long I’ve been at work so far, but still 8 hours to go.
“Turn around and look southeast to see Orion and his two dogs rising.”
Whatever.
(I know it’s not technically a sentence, but it is the last one I wrote.)
“guey, si tengo entrenamiento a las 3, entonces no hay purrum si nos vamos antes?”
shockingly bad spelling, punctuation and grammar…
“Let’s take some pictures to document their condition.”
It could be fun but its to make sure we don’t get caught with our pants down again on a customer return.
“Two approximately parallel cracks were visible in the flange fillets on opposites sides of the attaching clavicle of the submitted rear strut eye.”
Sorry, I do failure analysis of aircraft engines and technical writing is part of my job. That dry kind of writing is PRECISELY why I have a rabbid need of this site.
“Make my day, Brian, and check out the supreme idiocy that has publishers charging MORE for ebook editions of paperback books than the paperback itself sells for. Idiots. “
“Stupid criminal files!”
“This is the skin of a Time Traveller, Bella!”
Someone made the comparison of Matt Smith to RPattz despite the fact that one has eyebrows and the other doesn’t, and it spawned a looooong thread of what could be The Doctor and Companion going through the stalking-and-scaring-through-the-woods scene from Twilight.
Also, I am amused that my verify code has the word TEN in it and my sentence is re: Doctor Who.
Here you go; last sentence.
Ugga, Ugga, meine Damen.
I wonder how many classes I took in college where the professor had no idea what the class would be like a week before it started….
Because I’m teaching a class that starts next week, and I have no idea what I’m going to be teaching.
“Do you have a title picked out for when you take over the world? I have a hard time settling on just the right one, though Empress has a nice ring…”
“Do you know where the bonuses come through for the (XXX) team under (my department)?”
Um yeah, not interesting. Such is the life of an accountant.
The $50k reduction still won’t help much so I recommend
And then the other computer finished booting up so I started surfing instead. I’ll get back to day job in a moment.
*although95* Nope. A $95k reduction won’t help either.
Katherine’s tirade left her targets eviscerated, bleeding figuratively if not literally.
And now I need to go deal with the “clean up on aisle four.”
Maybe even video!
“I’ve been standing here trying to pick a headscarf for an hour, probably won’t make it to the grocery store for at least another two.”
Response to my husband’s text message about me picking up something for dinner last night. I’ve recently started wearing a head scarf and I spend more time trying to pick which one to wear than I do picking out my actual clothes! 0.~
“That’s the best part about eating 6 times a day!”
Me in an email on returning to Medifast. For. The. Last. Time.
He responded by settling further into the mattress.
Revising WIP
And Kes! I’m so sorry for your loss.
Okay, I’m working now. My last sentence:
In an e-mail to my team who are failing to annotate multiple changes to individual accounts, forcing me to spend hours back-tracking to find out why we did what we did.
When did Atkinson play the Doctor? I always thought he’d be perfect in the role, but heard nothing about this.
From my romance/fantasy story that I am working on…
“Lisa, if anybody needs the test loop, I am finished with it for the day.”
Work is so grand! 🙂
Greg could turn out to be worse, and then I’d be back where I started—alone.
Chapter 17 of the WIP. 3 more to go!
So sorry for the loss of your father, Kes—the excerpt from the obituary was very nice.
spam word: right78 I DID start writing in 1978—so weird!
so I’m not sure if I worked on my program notes or messaged my friend last. It’s either:
“The simplicity of the undulating accompaniment and the surprising intervals and cadences both display a musical maturity at odds with his young age.”
or
“He looks like such an emo kid, I knew you’d eat him up :-p” (about the new Doctor)
Good thing no one was dressed as an orc, then, hmm?
Er, it was a comment to a friend about a party she’d been to for Tolkien’s 117th birthday. *cough*
“Get your nose out of my crotch!”
It just figures that my usually reliable Target is having an idiot week.
In reference to my shopping trip to get a land line phone and DAWNKEEPERS by Doc Jess. They had the phone I wanted, but not the book, which releases today. Grr.
come99: 99 times? Seriously? That’s gotta hurt…
His body shifted, reformed into his wolf, running first on two feet and then four.
I know I’m not pretty but I’m secure enough in my unattractive state to be happy with myself.
The last instruction had barely left Terran’s mouth when he went back to staring at Antonia with a longing that was uncomfortable to watch.
“I am still spending upwards of $100 on textbooks each semester and it’s getting tiring.” (Trying to write a post for my blog about electronic textbooks.)