WinnieTheWoot
WinnieTheWoot
WinnieTheWoot

So, how far off the base am I in imagining you calling Mr. Wellerstein while the credits are rolling and asking “What the frak, how much of this is real?!”

“What’s homo milk? Is this milk from GAY COWS?!”

Optional “To fire back” that works for all of these: The traditional Southern “That’s nice, dear. Bless your heart.”

What were dinosaurs really like? What color were they? What did they sound like? How did they behave?

Oh my god.

Shh. Napping.

I was between six and eight, on the home computer. The cats' litterbox was right under the desk, and I used to put my feet up on it. We had dial-up, so I didn't do a lot on the internet, but I adored this game. You put together a story and John Lithgow would read it to you, accompanied with pictures. It was 100% a

"No Plot? No Problem!" by Chris Baty (there's a lot more title than that but I don't want to type it all out). It's a guide to NaNoWriMo, which I'm doing this year for the first time. I'm not very nervous or excited, more... resigned. This is something I need to do, to prove to myself that I can do it.

The first time I had my period, my mom was out of town. It was only one day, and it turned my blue underwear purple, so I assumed I was peeing dye for some reason. It was only when I mentioned it to my mom a few weeks later that she pointed out it was probably my period.

If you could give one piece of advice to a burgeoning language-creator, what would it be?

On one hand:

The town at the dragon's shoulder is merely the port. The real city lives in its belly. Carts of goods go down the dragon's gullet every morning, taking the low road through the intestines. The high road through the spinal cord is reserved for the upper classes. They are also the ones who have the luck to lay eyes on

Don't think the apocalypse gets you out of exercising. We're still going.

What the hell did their brains have to be shaped like?

Why can I only recommend this once? It's not fair.

Apparently it doesn't matter if androids dream of electric sheep. They're perfectly capable of being sheepish.

Oooh! The weather forecast is the best.

I ran. The robot gave chase.