tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post1377528557976587078..comments2024-02-06T03:31:45.606-05:00Comments on kate rothwell: ranty ranty rantKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-89607881124668543292008-02-13T17:38:00.000-05:002008-02-13T17:38:00.000-05:00and I love you too, Irene. [Sniff whimper.]and I love you too, Irene. [Sniff whimper.]Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-31150046819570623212008-02-13T17:08:00.000-05:002008-02-13T17:08:00.000-05:00loseI hate loose losechoice choosetheir they'reits...lose<BR/>I hate loose lose<BR/>choice choose<BR/>their they're<BR/>its it's eetsKatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-2002088979159643372008-02-13T17:07:00.000-05:002008-02-13T17:07:00.000-05:00isn't that the WORST, Shannon? I hate that more th...isn't that the WORST, Shannon? I hate that more than I hate rejection, sort of. Nearly.<BR/><BR/>I love being happy for pals and when I go into that stage, I feel like I loose second hand joy too. Grr.<BR/><BR/>And what Doug said.. only, see, I thought I'd made the grade, paid my dues, walked the line, lifted the bales. Bah. Back to the starting gate and bring out the rabbit again. This dawg's ready to run...There's a dance in the old dame yet. <BR/><BR/>Consolation! I can look up something good in Archy and Mehitable [sp]Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-89635994337704534222008-02-13T16:53:00.000-05:002008-02-13T16:53:00.000-05:00The second paragraph of PBW's first post is the be...The second paragraph of PBW's first post is the best thing I've read online in at least two years. I will be printing it and pinning it over my computer in about two minutes. (Unless that violates somebody's something, in which case let's say I'm not.)<BR/><BR/>And since Summer forgot our anthology, my sympathies are all for Kate. Hmph.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes it sucks. This particular month envying the successes of people I like has been my particular thorn. It's a lot easier when you can envy people you DON'T like.<BR/><BR/>I'm also approaching 8 months on a partial, so I think we should both hit the Walmart Valentine's chocolate clearance aisle on Friday.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-77437213209536441802008-02-13T11:50:00.000-05:002008-02-13T11:50:00.000-05:00Lynn, you would pick the absolute worst metaphor p...Lynn, you would pick the absolute worst metaphor possible. I was ALWAYS picked last, and my name was often accompanied by groans on the part of my other teammates. Didn't matter if it was kickball, touch football, soccer. If my school life were Greek tragedy, the chorus would be, "HOFFMAN, YOU SUCK!"<BR/><BR/>I suspect Kate and I share the hope that one day, someone will declare us Wonderful, and all our struggles will come to an end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-53318215695944245132008-02-13T10:13:00.000-05:002008-02-13T10:13:00.000-05:00Kate, out of curiosity, just how many books/novell...Kate, out of curiosity, just how many books/novellas do you and your alter-ego have out? <BR/><BR/>Do not give up. Do not throw the baby out with the bath. Never say die. May the Force be with you.<BR/>Keep up the good work. Once bitten, twice shy. All good things come to he who waits.<BR/>Remember those virgins in the Bible...keep your lamp ready and stay awake.<BR/><BR/>Remember who loves you.<BR/>IreneIrenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02684465134160083369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-16411076433034842862008-02-12T23:17:00.000-05:002008-02-12T23:17:00.000-05:00Sure I would. The question is, would your sanity ...Sure I would. The question is, would your sanity survive the experience?the authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03220786472896283714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-36708324346969385322008-02-12T21:22:00.001-05:002008-02-12T21:22:00.001-05:00would you really sing Honey with me?would you really sing Honey with me?Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-1370614811715517242008-02-12T21:22:00.000-05:002008-02-12T21:22:00.000-05:00Hehah! of course you're right, Lynne. (I hated spo...Hehah! of course you're right, Lynne. <BR/><BR/>(I hated sports precisely for that reason.) <BR/><BR/>The big question I ask myself now:<I> what does that whining rant accomplish? Or any rants by any other whiny writers? </I> <BR/><BR/>Answer: Nothing. But I suppose temper tantrums aren't supposed to accomplish anything.<BR/><BR/>Time to get back to work.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741443.post-58194574794655298572008-02-12T21:00:00.000-05:002008-02-12T21:00:00.000-05:00I can sit here, hold your hand and sing Honey with...I can sit here, hold your hand and sing <I>Honey</I> with you, but then I'd probably stumble over the part when the angels came and ruin the ambience of the comment.<BR/><BR/>You know this is an endurance game. All the old playground rules still apply: you don't get picked for the team, you watch the game and come back the next day. When you're picked, forget mistakes, you've got to be better than everyone else on the field. Bloody noses and skinned knees are not an excuse to quit. And if you have the stubbornness (or stupidity) to stay in the game until the end of the day, you get to come back tomorrow and have the crap kicked out of you all over again. <BR/><BR/>But: everyone else who can't stand on the sidelines, play their hearts out or take a few bruises goes home sniffling about what great players they would have been, if only the game had been fair and the other players nicer.the authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03220786472896283714noreply@blogger.com