Hee!

Spotted on Not Always Right, from someone who works in an ice cream parlor ...

Me: “Hi, what can I get for you?”

Customer: “No!”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “No! I don’t want no g**d*** Chinese serving me.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “Are you retarded? Get me an American.”

Me: “Sir, I am American.”

Customer: “What?! You think I’m blind? You think I’m f***ing blind? Go back to China!”

Me: “Right, one second…”

(My coworkers hear everything from the back, so one of my white coworkers comes out.)

Customer: “Ugh, finally… an American!”

Coworker: *starts speaking Spanish*

Customer: “G**D*** IT! F*** Y’ALL, A**HOLES!” *storms out*

If I spend the entire day at the cafe, is that a bad thing?

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I didn't get as much done as I would have I liked yesterday, mostly because -- and I didn't even realize this until I changed from web view to print view in Open Office -- I hit my average chapter length on chapter seven and was still going on the scene. Heh. Oops?

I'm doing really well with it, in any event. I know what the next two chapters involve, so I just have to buckle down and write them today. That'll catch me up to the level I was at before I slacked off yesterday and will also mean I'll be starting with chapter ten when I wake up tomorrow. Oh, hello there, book! :D

I'm not doing a checklist of all of the chapters I've gotten done like I did with GPW. I'm going from start to finish with this story, which is weird and new for me, so I really have no idea how many chapters we're talking about here. I want to say it'll definitely be more than usual, since my average is somewhere around 35 to 40 and this one's looking to be something like fifty chapters, but that's mostly due to the way I've set up the chapters. Every time I break for a scene, I go to a new chapter. Hey, whatever works.

I feel like I'm talking to myself because every time I start talking about this book I imagine everybody drifts off like when Elliot and Carla talk about shoe shopping on Scrubs. Heh.

Also, I keep having to remind myself that it's not fanfic if you want to write a missing scene from the book you're writing. But ... but ... it's hot! And it's femmeflash! Canon femmeslash! And it's twisted! (Of course, it also happens before the events in the story and I'm trying to avoid flashbacks for a change, SO. Hmph.)

Random stuff

-- Kentucky Equality Federation received reports that a Franklin County High official allegedly sent an email to teachers instructing them not to allow homosexuals to leave class to use the restroom. The email was allegedly sent after two female classmates were caught kissing in the public restroom. And I'm sure just as soon as they catch a heterosexual couple making out in, say, the cafeteria, they won't allow any of those kids to eat in school, yes?

-- Chace Crawford could be playing footsies with Hayden Panettiere. The Heroes starlet has auditioned for director Kenny Ortega's updated remake of the classic '80s flick Footloose. Oh, and also, it's a musical. I have a headache. (To be fair, there's about 90% of me that's appalled and 10% that wouldn't be shocked if it rolled past appalling and turned out be a pretty good movie.)

-- Rob Thomas from Matchbox 20 Twitters his support for gay marriage. Awesome straight-forward comebacks to those who Twitter back their arguments against it.

-- Kenyan Women Pull The Old "No Peace, No Sex" Gambit

-- Oh, God, Lindsay, I know we've shouted at you to wear pants in the past when you've worn leggings, but at least those went over your underwear. Granted, those are probably wee little bikini bottoms, but they look enough like simple black panties where ... NO. PANTS NOW.

-- The FDA is telling people not to take Hydroxycut, due to it being linked to severe liver failure in users.

-- I talked my relatives into going to the cafe and they all love it. Woohoo!

More random stuff

-- Republicans kick off campaign to shine party image: Yeah, good luck with that. Right now, your biggest problems as a party seem to be wanting to piss and moan about not being in control anymore, engaging in astounding amounts of hypocrisy, desiring the setting of the country's Wayback Machine to 1950 (or whenever gays, minorities, women, and poor people shut the hell up and did what they were told), deciding you'd much rather lose people who might agree with liberals once in a while and keep the ones who use more racist, homophobic and sexist insults in everyday speech than the entire run of All In The Family, the complete inability to properly place yourselves in the correct American historical anecdote or role in that anecdote, and some weird belief that what will fix all that is just grabbing whichever Republican you can find who's not white or male, regardless of their lack of qualifications, and placing them in a position to make you as a party look even more stupid.

On the plus side, you held your big revolutionary meeting in a strip-mall pizza place, which, if you're attempting to reel in the unwashed masses, might be a rather adorable case of Trying Way Too Fucking Hard.

-- The 10 Easiest Things Dance Songs Ask Of You

-- Hey, guess what? The National Zoo's giant panda might be pregnant again! She's been taking bamboo to a dark quiet place and cradling her food, which are good signs. Wheee, baby panda (maybe)!

-- Speaking of baby animals ... meerkats, anybody?

-- Don't mess with a marching band girl, especially one armed with a baton. A 17-year-old high school marching band student beat up two assailants who tried to mug her as she walked to school in this high desert community about 40 miles north of Los Angeles, sheriff's officials said Tuesday.

GYAH.

I'm watching White Light/Black Rain right now and it's the first disaster documentary in a long time that's had me making the :O face for the past hour.

Seriously, you guys, what the hell.

For added fun, I ate my chicken dinner while it was at the part right after the bomb exploded where the interviews start going into the interviewees who were kids back then telling about how they kept finding people without limbs or eyes or burned to a crisp or a bunch of other gross things. I ended up feeding the chicken part of the chicken to the cat.

I think it's the dog.

A quick question to those watching Harper's Island: Who do you think is the killer?

( My guess )

For some reason I have the "Odd Couple" theme stuck in my head.

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I'm not quite done with chapter nine yet, but I believe that's mostly because I sorta stretched what I was going to do in chapters eight and nine into what I'm now going to do in chapters eight, nine, and ten. Vera decided she wanted to play. I nearly decided to use my NaNoWriMo "I hate my main character already" icon.

As you can see, we're bickering. Maybe that's why the "Odd Couple" theme is stuck in my head.

Also, if I finish this by the end of July, I'm buying myself The Middleman DVD set as a present. Of course, if I pound it out earlier, that choice is subject to change.