Argelfraster.

I've often wondered if I'm the only person who's writing style can get 'influenced' by what they're reading.

Like, say... Many of my recent Subreality-type posts have been written after I've been reading Pratchett. Some have been written while in the middle of reading him. I know this has an effect. Watching Monty Python occasionally effects the flavour, too.

Other authors do it, too. I read Lackey's Herald-Mage books and ended up writing a bunch of stuff in past tense--as memories. And realised afterwards, so tried to change it (I'm sorry, but that's a cheap out).

I could go on with examples. But it would be irritating.

On to other matters...

Needles. Needles are in big discussion...

I remember being about six, and absolutely REFUSING to let them give me a TB (tuberculosis) test. I squirmed and wriggled, and they had to get two nurses to hold me down.

Of course, I knew I'd broken my arm the afternoon I did so. Fell off my bike, felt it fold, lay in the street wincing for a moment... A nice lady was doing something with her plants and came out and picked me up. She set me in a chair and called my house for me. She even gave me iced tea.

Sigh.

They took blood, they gave me an IV... and then knocked me out so they could rebreak the wrist and set it straight.

Cold wet weather is now painful.

Eh.

I was rambly. It's gone now. byebye

I think it's perfectly clear, we're in the wrong band.

Oh-ho.

sigh. My poor baby car is slowly dying. The transmission has been going for a while (Dad claims it's the fact that it's got a lot of road wear. I'm inclined to think it's because he took so long to get it checked out. *scowl*), there's a crack. You pour in the fluid, it all leaks back out. *sniffle*

The water pump is the second casualty. It's not quite as a advanced as the other... But every morning (or after the car has been sitting for a while), you have to check the overflow and add water/antifreeze. sigh.

I hate this. I don't have the cash yet to fix either problem. When I get paid, the money is going to pay off credit card bills from DexCon last year. Arg.

Speaking of DexCon, I've still got tapes and a cd from the library from the road trip of 2 years ago. I think my current overdue fines are almost $150. Double arg.

I'd go on for a triple arg, but must clean up the newsroom. We're getting a speaker and pizza. Guess which has me more pleased. ;)

Major rantage.

"My story didn't get in!"

"Where's my story?"

"It was on the page on Thursday!"

"Who approved this?"

"My story is all wrong!"

Boo. Hoo.

In the last five minutes, I have heard the 'Journalists' who write in the school paper whining and whinging that they didn't get their due. I had one tell me, "Well, they should have called the editors!"

Listen up, dipwads.

Deadline for this issue was MARCH 14. You ALL KNEW THIS. Yet you ALL didn't get finished stories in UNTIL MARCH 21. This was the DAY BEFORE THE PAPER WENT TO THE PRINTER.

What this means is that the layout staff pulled your fucking asses from the fire and turned out a DAMNED fine issue in ONE DAY. When it normally takes A WEEK to put together.

Count your blessings and shut the fuck up.

And, maybe, turn them in on time this issue.