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( The Cyborg Meme )
Strangely apt, as there are a great many days I would love to attach machetes to my spokes and cut a bloody swath through the morons that infest this planet like woodlice. The only drawback to this plan is that, since God forgot to include clairvoyance in my options package when I rolled off the assembly line, I would likely harm innocents as well, and it is too much to hope that the idiots would paste signs declaring their boobery on their foreheads.
Only a week until the fall TV season kicks off on CBS, and I'm anxious to see how CSI, NCIS, CSI: NY, Without a Trace,, and Cold Case progress. I have no doubt that the CSI writers will deliver their usual brand of gorgeous inconsistency. Want to bet that Nick is all bees and blossoms despite his brush with death by Plexiglass? And why the hell doesn't Greg Sanders have PTSD from nearly being blown to bits courtesy of Catherine's momentary lapse of intellect in Season Four? These and other burning questions are sure to be answered in this season's titillating episodes. And I will go on record right now as predicting Grissom or Sara's death by season's end.
After reading the CSI tie-in novels, I've come to the conclusion that I'd love to write one. However, if my writing style in SLS is any indication, the publishers would need a reinforced forklift to deliver it to the stores, and postal carriers would require trusses and back braces to protect against the herniated disks and ruptured spleens that would inevitably result from lugging a three-volume, ninety-pound doorstop to the doors of buyers. Each character would generate five hundred pages of backstory.
I think 10,000 pages ought to do it. And that's if I'm sparing with my prose.
I wish I were kidding.
( NWS-Do Not Click If Naked Men Offend You )
Word Count on the Secret Project: 1,369
SLS 53 Word Count: 700

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( The Cyborg Meme )
Strangely apt, as there are a great many days I would love to attach machetes to my spokes and cut a bloody swath through the morons that infest this planet like woodlice. The only drawback to this plan is that, since God forgot to include clairvoyance in my options package when I rolled off the assembly line, I would likely harm innocents as well, and it is too much to hope that the idiots would paste signs declaring their boobery on their foreheads.
Only a week until the fall TV season kicks off on CBS, and I'm anxious to see how CSI, NCIS, CSI: NY, Without a Trace,, and Cold Case progress. I have no doubt that the CSI writers will deliver their usual brand of gorgeous inconsistency. Want to bet that Nick is all bees and blossoms despite his brush with death by Plexiglass? And why the hell doesn't Greg Sanders have PTSD from nearly being blown to bits courtesy of Catherine's momentary lapse of intellect in Season Four? These and other burning questions are sure to be answered in this season's titillating episodes. And I will go on record right now as predicting Grissom or Sara's death by season's end.
After reading the CSI tie-in novels, I've come to the conclusion that I'd love to write one. However, if my writing style in SLS is any indication, the publishers would need a reinforced forklift to deliver it to the stores, and postal carriers would require trusses and back braces to protect against the herniated disks and ruptured spleens that would inevitably result from lugging a three-volume, ninety-pound doorstop to the doors of buyers. Each character would generate five hundred pages of backstory.
I think 10,000 pages ought to do it. And that's if I'm sparing with my prose.
I wish I were kidding.
( NWS-Do Not Click If Naked Men Offend You )
Word Count on the Secret Project: 1,369
SLS 53 Word Count: 700
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