* Finished my ficathon story and sent it off to be beta'd, giving me a couple of weeks to do fixes and have panic attacks, fearing that the person who requested the story will loathe it
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Yeah, I have to echo this...and now I'm craving those and Samoas because our girl scout access was trimmed when a troop dad left my company so no cookies this year. Though I'd have to gorge them all before Passover, so maybe that's not such a bad thing.
I love Samoas! (What the hell do they call them these days, anyway? I heard they changed the names because Somoans complained.) I also adore Thin Mints. And the shortbread thingys! But I'm resisting buying because I'm too cheap to pay $4/box. But I may be able to convince myself that buying them is an act of feminism, and therefore worth the expense. Hmm . . . .
You know what's even better than Thin Mints? Thin Mints ice cream. Edy's/Dryer's makes a chocolate mint ice cream with Thin Mints crushed into it. It's the best thing ever, honest to God. Mercifully, it's seasonal -- only around during Girl Scout cookie time -- or I would resemble Jabba the Hutt.
Dang, woman, you're on top of things! *thinks about her own ficathon story, not yet begun, and tax info due in a few days for next school year's financial aid, also not done*
And count me in on friends who want to admire your kitties and your knitting. :)
Nah, I was just scared shitless I was gonna blow the ficathon deadline, so I hauled ass to get it done. I write so little and I'd never written fic on a deadline, and I really, REALLY didn't want to let you down by blowing it. I can't wait to read everyone's stories! You're a goddess for organizing this, you know that?
I'll definitely post kitty and knitting pics when I figure out the camera! :)
And you have my sympathies on the financial aid crud -- way worse than taxes, IMHO. I vividly remember arguing with a financial aid officer who didn't understand why my mom "wasn't contributing" to my education. Me: Um, my mother's dead. She died when I was 10. It says that on the form, see? Him: So she's not sending you any support at all, then? Me: (speechless)
Definitely jealous of your productivity and look forward to kitty pix and fanfic stories! And about those thin mints - you just have to get someone else to buy them for you.
They have them at work, but there have been shoving matches over Samoas. I'm thinking I might buy a box and tell myself that $4 is a small price to pay in the name of feminism and girl power. Or something like that. God, I can rationalize anything when it comes to cookies!
They actually do that?!glasteaMarch 13 2007, 17:59:17 UTC
They actually do the whole 'buy cookies for the Girl Scouts thing'? Blimey, I thought that was only a corny thing in cartoons!
Dear me. Scouts on my end of the line are known better for their ability to turn something harmless into a bloodthirsty bundle, and I'm not kidding, seriously. But, then, that's Scouts as in mostly boys, not Guides (the nearest Girl Scout equivalent).
Re: They actually do that?!ridesandrunsMarch 13 2007, 18:28:39 UTC
Oh, yeah, cookies are a big deal here. Kids don't sell door to door anymore (too terrified of pedophiles/murderers/etc.), but they put out tables in shopping malls, grocery stores and libraries and sell them there. Scouts' parents often sell from their workplaces, too, either bringing order sheets to the office or bringing boxes of cookies. A couple of years ago a colleague of mine was reprimanded for selling cookies -- he'd brought his kid in to shill the stuff, pointed out the people who worked for him and told her, "Make sure they know I'm your daddy." Nice, eh?
Our Boy Scouts don't sell cookies, and they seem mostly harmless. What's with the "bloodthirsty bundle"??? Are they roving packs of thugs or something?
Re: They actually do that?!glasteaMarch 13 2007, 22:21:14 UTC
Wish I could say ours were mostly harmless. Definitely no cookies sold, and a harmless game of netball/basketball turns into a rugby pitch in a span space of around 15 seconds, and this is observation of all the groups in the district, not just the one I'm attached to.
No, not quite on thuggist levels, but still 'heh-- scrum in the middle of the hall!' at the first opportunity. They're not out terrorising people, per se-- other teenagers can and will do that better.
(On another note, you've made me feel less guilty that my fic assignment is only halfway done at the minute. Thanks!)
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And count me in on friends who want to admire your kitties and your knitting. :)
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I'll definitely post kitty and knitting pics when I figure out the camera! :)
And you have my sympathies on the financial aid crud -- way worse than taxes, IMHO. I vividly remember arguing with a financial aid officer who didn't understand why my mom "wasn't contributing" to my education.
Me: Um, my mother's dead. She died when I was 10. It says that on the form, see?
Him: So she's not sending you any support at all, then?
Me: (speechless)
The IRS is downright easy by comparison.
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Dear me. Scouts on my end of the line are known better for their ability to turn something harmless into a bloodthirsty bundle, and I'm not kidding, seriously. But, then, that's Scouts as in mostly boys, not Guides (the nearest Girl Scout equivalent).
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Our Boy Scouts don't sell cookies, and they seem mostly harmless. What's with the "bloodthirsty bundle"??? Are they roving packs of thugs or something?
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No, not quite on thuggist levels, but still 'heh-- scrum in the middle of the hall!' at the first opportunity. They're not out terrorising people, per se-- other teenagers can and will do that better.
(On another note, you've made me feel less guilty that my fic assignment is only halfway done at the minute. Thanks!)
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