Errata
I was reviewing my notes from the weekend, the various list items I scribbled down and wanted to do something with. Mostly just have two, rather unrelated items. One involves a feller who I nicknamed “bubba” and the other involves the [url=http://www.webwritersweekend.com/]Journal Con committee. Very disjointed, and very unrelated topics.
1] I think it was Saturday. Bubba was making time with a Virgo, as is his wanton ways. He was admiring the fine artwork she had tattooed, “sleeves” and so forth. To me, she looked like a mere whisp of a female, “Yeah, I’ll be bouncing tonight at an art gallery.”
Without missing a beat, he asks which gallery.
Bouncer. Art gallery. Does anyone see this as [url=http://www.astrowhore.org/weblog/00000497.htm]weird?
“Yeah, I’ve seen her work before, she’s [url=www.bggw.com]mean.”
2] “Yeah, Kramer, we’ve got the perfect panel for you to host. Only, I’m not telling you what its title is.” That’s what the [url=www.devota.org]Pisces said.
“Yeah, Kramer, it’s got your name all over it,” another [url=http://www.pineapple-girl.com/]Pisces informed me, “and I’m the secretary, in my notes. Your name. All over it.”