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averygoodun42I've used Avery instead. Google the phrase "(Your name) looks like" and find the best ones from the first page of results. DONT FORGET TO PUT IT IN QUOTES, otherwise it won't work.
Not nearly as interesting as Elizabeth, tho a little more poetic (even if the rhythm is off).
Avery looks like a very proud big sister!
(avery looks like she was having no fun at all)
Avery looks like she is getting so big.
(Avery looks like she might have had 1 too many)
Avery looks like a young teen holding a guitar...
(Avery looks like a comfortable, arrogant, dumbass who doesn’t even have the first idea about anything.)
(or, better yet: Avery looks like an angry transvestite on the cover of his book.)
And here's a good overview of the Myers-Briggs test. It turns out I'm either the Conspiracy Theorist (but you all knew that already) or The Thought Police. Although, the Thought Police was the result from last night, so maybe I misread (or misremembered) the letters and really am an Outside Contractor. That seems more likely.
Either way, I certainly am no Evil Overlord!
I'm slowly making my way through chapter 20, although the pacing is so completely off that I might have to rewrite the whole thing. Or re... erm... you know... not format, but... Grr. (Usually it's only when speaking that I have trouble with words this way.) Anyway, I might have to play with it, chop it up, see if it works any better in other ways. It's not exactly a short chapter, so it could stand to get chopped up, but I think, as it is all transition, it would be better for it to stay together. But we'll see when it's finished. It's possible that all that I've added to it needs to be trimmed out and I'll add those developments in other chapters. Even though I'm kind of running out of story time in which to place them neatly. I would really like this story not to end with exposition.
It really is getting near the end, btw. Especially as I've decided to shorten the time line. I still can't narrow it down and say there are only five chapters left or such, but it's getting there. However, it's also getting to the point of critical construction, so I may opt not to post any more until it's done and revised. I really don't trust my organizational skills right now, and there's so much left to tell...
The weather has cooled down enough to start making bread again. That's helping me feel loads better. Even if I shouldn't eat the stuff. Today I hope to make cookies and pumpkin pie (I defrosted some pureed pumpkin yesterday). But then I also hope to get some work done on the patio... We'll see. Working on the patio has far more lasting satisfaction than the baking does, so I think I shall put that as a higher priority. It also gets Babe outside, which, with me, is always a difficult thing to do.
One step at a time, and I shall get there.
But aw phooey. I still need to think about supper, don't I? (bleh.)
Edit: What do you get when you combine five kids suffering from ADHD with the End of Summer blues?
Answer: A headache.
Not nearly as interesting as Elizabeth, tho a little more poetic (even if the rhythm is off).
Avery looks like a very proud big sister!
(avery looks like she was having no fun at all)
Avery looks like she is getting so big.
(Avery looks like she might have had 1 too many)
Avery looks like a young teen holding a guitar...
(Avery looks like a comfortable, arrogant, dumbass who doesn’t even have the first idea about anything.)
(or, better yet: Avery looks like an angry transvestite on the cover of his book.)
And here's a good overview of the Myers-Briggs test. It turns out I'm either the Conspiracy Theorist (but you all knew that already) or The Thought Police. Although, the Thought Police was the result from last night, so maybe I misread (or misremembered) the letters and really am an Outside Contractor. That seems more likely.
Either way, I certainly am no Evil Overlord!
I'm slowly making my way through chapter 20, although the pacing is so completely off that I might have to rewrite the whole thing. Or re... erm... you know... not format, but... Grr. (Usually it's only when speaking that I have trouble with words this way.) Anyway, I might have to play with it, chop it up, see if it works any better in other ways. It's not exactly a short chapter, so it could stand to get chopped up, but I think, as it is all transition, it would be better for it to stay together. But we'll see when it's finished. It's possible that all that I've added to it needs to be trimmed out and I'll add those developments in other chapters. Even though I'm kind of running out of story time in which to place them neatly. I would really like this story not to end with exposition.
It really is getting near the end, btw. Especially as I've decided to shorten the time line. I still can't narrow it down and say there are only five chapters left or such, but it's getting there. However, it's also getting to the point of critical construction, so I may opt not to post any more until it's done and revised. I really don't trust my organizational skills right now, and there's so much left to tell...
The weather has cooled down enough to start making bread again. That's helping me feel loads better. Even if I shouldn't eat the stuff. Today I hope to make cookies and pumpkin pie (I defrosted some pureed pumpkin yesterday). But then I also hope to get some work done on the patio... We'll see. Working on the patio has far more lasting satisfaction than the baking does, so I think I shall put that as a higher priority. It also gets Babe outside, which, with me, is always a difficult thing to do.
One step at a time, and I shall get there.
But aw phooey. I still need to think about supper, don't I? (bleh.)
Edit: What do you get when you combine five kids suffering from ADHD with the End of Summer blues?
Answer: A headache.
