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99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…
Well, they probably weren’t all beer, Robin thought, picking up a hammer. Still, they all violated Prohibition.
“Ready?” Robin asked his partner.
“Mind the glass,” John said, before laying waste to an entire row.
Robin grinned and joined him.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 08.30.2013 @ 10:36 am
Guy had grown up loving America- how could he not love it, when grandfather had come over as a 48er (in a pickle barrel, no less). Guy had been born and raised in Minnesota, on a farm outside of New Ulm, and it had all been well and good…
Until war had broken out in a country he had never been. The only things Guy had known of Germany was the food, the Catholic faith, and a little bit of the language that was only spoken in the kitchen.
But his loyalty to the American government was put to the test, and instead of making him more loyal, he became less so, pushed away and distrusted by a country he had loved so much.
After the war, the crop prices dropped, and the only he could make any money was from moonshine,
and then they, the Federal Government in their all knowing goodness,
made that illegal, too.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 08.23.2013 @ 8:16 am
Robin was growing to hate this country. His resolve against alcohol melted as he instead fought against the corruption it left in it’s wake. He’d been shunted from coast to coast, trying to prevent the sale of alcohol…
Trying to prevent the further decay of this once great nation.
He’d rather be a gin drinker than a prohibition agent, now.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 08.23.2013 @ 8:10 am
Coast to coast, Marion had wanted to see it all. She wanted to put her feet in the Atlantic, the Pacific. She wanted to eat lobster in Maine, try Chinese food in San Francisco.
looking at a brochure for the Great Northern Railways.
She put it away and went down to help her mother with the laundry.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 08.23.2013 @ 8:06 am
With a growing sense of dread, I’m getting ready to leave work for class tonight, I completely forgot my snack (Junior Mints). At least I remembered dinner, I guess.
I’m just so burned out after this very stressful week that five hours of class are not going to be very easy for me.
Still, sleep tomorrow.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.08.2013 @ 1:31 pm
Salesman? That’s the word of the day? I can maybe talk about Alfredo from Pushing Daisies? They’re not very relevant anymore. In my opinion.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.08.2013 @ 11:11 am
Claims to this job. I have one. I hope I get this job, so so badly. My current job is fine, but I really want the step up. And I can’t stand working with the woman upstairs any more. She’s terrible. I can’t pretend I don’t hate her for very much longer….
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.06.2013 @ 12:34 pm
I think too much. And it makes me worry. I try and stop and then I’ll start thinking of other things. And I circle back. It’s not very good if I’m panicking about something.
Which I do. Often.
Sometimes I can logic myself out of a panic, but not often.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.06.2013 @ 11:11 am
What a boring concept, when writing. I’m not interested in reading about people who are married, generally speaking. I just…. don’t really care. Unless it’s the final Betsy Tacy book.
I suppose tomorrow’s word will be wife. What a disappointment.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.04.2013 @ 12:02 pm
I hit a wall with St Paul Sinners, writing wise. And yet, I still think of it. A lot. I see an exit sign for Hastings and think how I can work it into the story. I see Landmark Center and think what a great setting it is.
Maybe if this keeps up, I’ll go back to it.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.03.2013 @ 4:16 pm
Murder most foul. I have trouble writing drama, but I think that someone is going to die in my next story.
He’s not going to stay dead for very long, however. Because that would be cruel, and I am no Wheedon. Nor am I Gaiman.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.02.2013 @ 4:40 pm
Computer systems. They annoy everyone when they go down.
Though sometimes, I find I don’t mind. Because then I can put some of my work on hold, walk around the library, and get up and move. It’s nice, I think, to have that.
Unless it’s busy, because urgh.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 02.01.2013 @ 12:05 pm
Violet eyes. She has violet eyes that simmer with hatred.
Does this author have any idea how ridiculous and crazy those features sound?
Violet eyes don’t exist. She can have blue eyes, brown eyes, or even green eyes.
But I draw the line at purple.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.31.2013 @ 1:11 pm
My interest in the Lizzie Bennet Diaries is swelling. The final conflicts of the books are starting to happen. First this then Jane then Catherine then
then they can kiss.
Oh my gosh, Sarah is gonna flip!
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.30.2013 @ 12:30 pm
I would like to hold a baby for about 20 minutes a day. I don’t want one, at least right now, but I do like them. Calming a baby is a very calming experience for me, and I like when they’re smiling, or when they are sleepy.
So warm and cozy and smell so nice, and if they don’t, hand ’em back.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.29.2013 @ 12:19 pm
K-Dizzle is coming to visit me and I am delighted. We’re going to hang out, watch ALL THE DARCYS and generally have a rockin’ good time. We usually do.
Damn, I miss her so much. She brings so much light to my life.
But she’ll be here soon!!!
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.28.2013 @ 12:53 pm
I miss joe cool. By which, I mean, I miss my brother. We don’t get along, and I can’t… I can’t seem to figure out how to fix us. He’s filled with so much rage and noise and…
He doesn’t listen to me. Every. My ideas, my perspective, does not matter to him.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.27.2013 @ 4:57 pm
Do I speak? Do I remain silent? You…. have turned into an absent friend. Not in the fact that you’ve left, but rather, that I can’t get you to respond.
So. Do I let us drift apart? Or do I speak to you about my qualms? Which action is correct?
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.26.2013 @ 8:04 pm
Go ahead, walk all over me, because one of these days, I’ll be leaving you high and dry. What then? Can’t wait to watch you flounder.
I don’t even care if I come across as a bitch. Because I hate your projects so much.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.25.2013 @ 1:15 pm
There’s a word for you. See I take responsibility for my actions. But I know someone who doesn’t. Or won’t. And everything she wants in life gets handed to her. And I hate to say it, but just once, I want her to fail, just so she knows what it’s like.
She drives me nuts.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.24.2013 @ 12:28 pm
I’ve always loved a good musical. It’s impossible to explain why, other than a deep love of music, a deeper love of dance. M used to sit me down and make me watch them. And really, what’s not to love? Singing in the Rain is probably my favorite. You can’t argue with Gene Kelly.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.23.2013 @ 12:26 pm
Keepin’ it real. Whatever. I’m terrified to be in charge of all the student employees. I have very little idea of their day to day tasks, besides Circ. They cover books? IDEK. I haven’t ever covered a library book.
It’ll be okay.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.22.2013 @ 12:13 pm
My friend is coming to visit me! And while I fear I will be so busy, I can’t wait to see her face. I haven’t seen her in ages, and we have to catch up on all that’s happened in the last… four years? No, it’s less than that. Isn’t it? Can’t remember. Hope not. I love that girl. So much.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.21.2013 @ 2:06 pm
I have applied much of my schooling to my current job. I can’t ever regret doing this degree. Masters programs are not for the faint of heart, but damn, I’m learning a lot. It’s so great. I’m feeling a little too big for my britches at work, though, but I can’t abandon them.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.20.2013 @ 2:17 pm
I can’t bring myself to destroy St Paul Sinners. That’s good, though, right? It was good practice. It is good practice. Not that I’ve deluded myself that it’s something worth publishing, or that I’m worth publishing. But I’m proud of the writing I have managed to finish.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.19.2013 @ 7:33 pm
I can’t handle silence. I don’t know why, but I’ve always liked a little bit of noise. If I’m in a silent environment, I immediately start playing music.
Am I over-exposed and over-stimulated? Not really, as the sounds that I’m used to simply comfort me.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.18.2013 @ 12:49 pm
Choosing to stop writing St Paul Sinners felt like a brave, bold choice. But I feel okay about it. Thinking about that story makes my entire body say NO, which is not an emotion you want to have when writing.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.17.2013 @ 1:51 pm
A sweeping vista of the chapel and the Minneapolis skyline, which I swapped for a view of a brick wall in the east end of London.
Junior year was rad, and I don’t have any regrets.
Senior year, on the other hand…. maybe a few regrets.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.16.2013 @ 12:46 pm
I’m small. Short.
And I’m really tired of hearing about it. I hate when people exclaim, “Wow! You’re really short!”
Good observation, Dorothy Ann.
So please don’t play Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.”
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.15.2013 @ 12:20 pm
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I’m no good at speeches. I get nervous and rock back and forth, even when I have notecards in my hands.
I do much better with the written word. It’s easier to manipulate…. until you try and write something really original and really good. Changing words around can be just as frustrating. But there’s usually not an audience.
» Posted By GloriousClio On 01.14.2013 @ 1:37 pm