Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

“Sometimes closing has its ups.”

Not terribly clever or interesting, but there ya go.

The doctor was on her tea break.

Not the best sentence in the batch, but I got stuck there.  Describing the Indian public hospital experience is challenging…

He was clean, and he was naked.

Hee.

Sie hat viermal reingebissen und jedes Mal das Gesicht verzogen.

Oh dear…“The auctioneer and agent should congratulate the winning bidder and thank the other bidders.”

If you’d asked me yesterday, when I wasn’t working on a real estate training manual, it would have been a bit cooler: “Simon flicked his fingers, Hal sent back a hand gesture, and two of the men dived amongst the milling regimental colours and pulled out a soldier who may or may not have been the miscreant, but who was going to pay the price all the same.”

Definitely one of my more impressive spreads, judging by the remarks I got!

Sadly, it’s not a proper sentence, grammatically speaking.  But this is what happens when I start discussing food in the comments page of my blog…

We still don’t have our second mail out let alone our first mail out so that we can have our democratic say on the great grand wheely bin issue.

He slid the pans into the water, dribbled fresh detergent on them and recommenced scrubbing. Hard.

Okay, that’s technically two sentences. But you might have got the wrong impression if I’d just put the last one in ;-)

He wondered if he’d find the scent of airline deodorizers arousing for the rest of his life.

Don’t wanna end up in solitary.

Most of these are amusing me, one way or another.

I’ve been a little too free with myself, so you’ll get lots of things from me.

It was in an email, reminding the other ladies that blog with me of our Beauty Don’t Go There’s for next week’s group topic.

If not, this attempt by HR to impose a change in contractual conditions contrary to Chapter 1 of the Staff Handbook seems a pretty clear breach of legal rights, and a breach of faith with unions and employees, which needs to be stamped on hard.

Facebook status update: Christina doesn’t want to go out into the cold.

You’ll all blog me, right??

Me, asking my Twitter buddies to blog my new EC book when it releases tomorrow.  :D I’m not above shameless begging for extra promo from my friends.

His formerly icy blue eyes were now hazy, like a summer sky in the morning. “Love can make a man do unusual things.”

(from my WIP, the Oz book)

“And don’t come back.”

90% of the way through my WIP.

Do you have any birthday traditions? As long as it doesn’t involve hitting, pinching, or otherwise abusing the birthday person, I’d love to hear how you celebrate.

From a blog post on birthday traditions from around the world which I will have up on my own blog over the weekend - celebrating my very own birthday.

Yes, but can you imagine the snarky reply?

Geek that I am, I also find it an interesting parallel that he took over from Baker, the most popular Doctor to date at that point.

*shakes head at absolute geekery of that sentence*

The thought that “this wasn’t so bad” was the last thing to cross his mind before he fell asleep to the sound and feel of Sam’s breathing.

The phrase ‘In consistent with’ is nondescriptive; please replace with with either ‘Consistent with’ (if the prior results agree with your present findings) or ‘Inconsistent with’ (if the prior and present results do not agree).

In my own defense, that’s from a scientific editing job, *not* one of the books

ATRM report, as requested.

*Sigh*  The day job’s so freaking boring.

Oh, I hope that was just a twitter typo.

Referring to the twitter news that Alex Deleon of The Cab just got a tattoo that reads “Symphony Solider”.  Solider?

If I asked Satan a question, would he answer? This is on Twitter. lol

Then again, his involvement in Katya’s disappearance was perhaps not the most logical choice.

This is too much fun.  I love the variety.

Despite all this, he will always be remembered for sneaking aphrodisiac sausages into the Carter White House.

Must I?

Response to the request:  Meet me at Planet Fattness @ 3 so that we can uselessly slog our guts out on the treadmill together.

“I’m beginning to HATE this woman.”

Sent at the end of a forwarded email from a complainer!!!

“Was that your version of sweeping me off my feet?”
“Trying…” he sucked in air, “...romantic.”

You’re an idiot. Love, Mom

to my bachelor son who tossed his shower curtain & bought a new one because the old one needed washing.
Who the hell raised him?

“Then I thought of the photographs in Russell’s coat pocket, and my stomach clenched.”

From the penultimate chapter of my WIP.

Last sentence on my blog last night:

When a girl stabs a boy with a scissor and kicks him in the balls and receives no consequences, it sends the message that they can get away with anything.

Oops. That was two sentences. In my defense, I always think of statement + response in dialogue as one unit. Kind of like Sicilian billionaire + virgin mistress.

She watches as he walks closer, and when he’s in front of her, he slides his hands around to the back of her head and leans forward to kiss her.

From one of my fanfics.

Like the Heroic Slave, Green claims to be more American than Americans themselves.

From the outline of my next paper.

“I don’t know why you are using that account—it’s been closed since the end of the fiscal year.”

Not part of my current WIP.

Man, why couldn’t I have come on this one AFTER I did some writing today?

But nope…had to be right before I get started.

My last sentence was:

I don’t want to complicate things for you all.

The rest of the world thinks they’re ridiculous too.

In response to a twitter about a band.

“Drop!” ordered Marian.

It’s from an airship battle scene in a steampunk Robin Hood

“Thanks much.”

“Lydia tells me no vampire,” he paused to squish the piece of gum between his fingers then popped it into his mouth, “regardless of age or size, can look menacing while chewing bubble gum.”

Last sentence I wrote for my WIP before I decided to take a break and see what tha Bitches were up to.

“Those are the ones that will be the scariest.”

I’m sorry, but I just don’t think monkey shit is funny.

I should probably find that embarrassing, but oddly enough, I don’t.

I’m picking it up today!

(Specifically referring to Anya Bast’s Witch Heart)

I mean, that is kinda cool, but you acted like it should give you rock star status.

Thank you for being you.

“Free shipping in continental US.”

Siiiiiiigh. Workity work.

“The meeting’s only agenda item is to discuss feedback to

.”

Yes, it’s boring.

I keep forgetting that brackets are perceived to be HTML tags and don’t show up…

The sentence in the previous post should read…  “The meeting’s only agenda item is to discuss feedback to (name of technical document omitted) .” 

Carry on!

What she wanted was a hole, filled with wine, and a bucket of fried chicken. She’d pass on the sides tonight.

From a Southern-themed contemporary romance.

Not writing yet (sitting at home, wet hair up in turban, girding my loins to go out and start my car, OH how I wish I had remote start), but the last thing I did before surfing on over was to pre-order Beyond Heaving Bosoms.

Last night my husband was so fed up he made her wear mittens all evening!

On my Moms’ board about my daughter’s new nail-biting habit.

Don’t know who’s currently updating the sidebar for the blog, but is there a chance I can put an updated photo and a new blurb for the upcoming book?

What can I say, trying to get work and email done in the early am before going off to teach second graders…but had to check the Smart Bitches for my morning dose before I leave the keyboard.

Both are on their way to you right now - the drivers were dispatched at 6:30, so they should be there by 9 am.

He was a member of the First Universalist Church of Southold, the Southold Historical Society, and volunteered for many years at Kingswood Campsite in Hancock, NY, where he was undisputed master of the waterlines.

Revising my dad’s obituary.

word: hospital29 = feels like I spent 29 days running to the hospital.

Still have my pup’s company.

“No sh*t, Sherlock”.

It was a comment in Google Reader to this story: Library Use Grows in Recession

Jim will be accepting separate donations for a going away gift for Sean.

For a coworker’s last day party. It’s all glamor, all the time with my job.

I thought it was a good article.

^from an IM conversation.

If I’m not counting ‘carrots’ and ‘lettuce’ on the shopping list, this:

I will feel more comfortable if I know that I’m not blindly offending anyone (whereas I’m totally comfortable offending on purpose ;-)

He stepped over the threshold, then turned back to something—but she shut the door in his face.

The crowd may have been quiet because it was an excellent movie, but I bet the lack of kids and teens helped a lot.

“If you have an unusual last name (and you can tell if it’s unusual if every time you’ve ever given it to someone they ask you to spell it) and you leave a message for a person asking them to get you something then for the love of god DON’T MUMBLE and SPELL YOUR NAME.”

I am, um, at work and ranting on my own blog. Because people are dumb.

“Some of us don’t need pages and pages to get to the point.”

From one of my current WIPs. And it’s so ironic considering another one of my WIPs stands strong at 70K+ words ;)

I wrote this: “And it makes me grit my teeth that the people who make that calendar apparently feel they can make enough money off of it to justify its existence—‘cause yeah, there are those who would eat it right up.”

“You know what else has antioxidants? The chocolate in the turtle cake.”

(From a response to the suggestion that my friends’ next Girls’ Doctor Who Night feature healthy snacks. RESOLUTIONS ARE FOR SUCKERS!)

Don’t fight dirty.

“Your thesis is implied rather than explicit.”

“Did I get a packet of information in the mail in the last month from Walker?”

Lots of work fun here.

‘Too late. Joanna Lumley already did that!’

Re: The new DR WHO just announced. He played some part in drag. My friend said now she was visualizing the Dr in a dress.

Joanna Lumley played the Doctor (Yes she did!) in Comic Relief’s “Doctor Who: The Curse of Fatal Death”

BTW Rowan Atkinson was the BEST Doctor of all time and I have seen them ALL.

oj, de låter roligt

translation: hey, that sounds fun

Per the email below I am requesting a student fee waiver.

Such is the life of a grad student.

I think Eugenia Price is well-known enough that a big biographical panel, as with Majette, is not totally necessary.

I’m working on an exhibit outline.

“I’m sure there is.”

IM’ing with a friend, who said she noticed an improvement in her writing skills.

Mine was:

Do I need to be hiding in a bath tub with the baby or did they just botch a monthly test?

“The shapes of Faeries could be seen moving against the light within.”

Current WIP that is finally picking up momentum.

Oh, and Barb Ferrer, I know what you were talking about and Matt just doesn’t seem to have that same charisma that Peter did!

Leslie is the best crit partner, evah. Here’s mine:

“Burn it.”

(the line before was “Domek, what should we do with the body?”)

I should probably add that my tv had just flashed me a civil emergency message as the sirens in my town started to go off. When I switched to the info channel posted on the civil emergency message there was a novela on. No info there and there was nothing on local channels. Then the man calls and asks if there is a test or an emergency going on and I tell him what happened. Then I went and posted about it on twitter, which is where the last sentence came in.

“Insured does not have coverage for water damage.”

Fascinating, no?

Last line was a Twitter: “Then again, Mystery Science Theater is on.”

Ah, well, tomato soup next week, then…

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.

So which Andrei version do YOU prefer Kristie?

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.