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Memos I wish I could send
To: All The People Who Offered Me A Cell Phone Or A Push Or Sympathetic Looks, And Especially To The Old Guy Who Said "You'll Survive, You Look Like A Pretty Strong Lady," As I Sat On My Dead Car In The Middle Of The Busy Intersection And Looked Pathetic
Thank you. You rock.
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To: All The Ignorant *&^%s Who Honked At Me And Yelled "At Least Turn Your *&^%ing Hazard Lights On!!" As You Drove By
Do you really think I was sitting on my dead car for the sheer fun of it? Do you really think it just hadn't occurred to me to turn on my hazard lights? My battery was dead, you ignorant *&%$s.
Also: you suck.
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To: The Soprano Who Bitched And Moaned And Complained Through Today's Whole Two-Hour Rehearsal/Trying To Coordinate Two Choirs/Children/Lights/Drummers/Pianist/T-Shirts/Etc
You know what? We were all tired. None of us wanted to be here. We were all irate at the loose ends and miscues and lighting and sound and movement problems. But the people running the show were doing the best they could, and you were not the only one inconvenienced, and the constant litany of whining emitting from you almost made me want to drop the Cheerful Idiot facade I so carefully cultivate at choir and tell you to shut the %$#@ up.
So: shut up.
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To: J.K. Rowling
So far, as of chapter 4: nicely done. There's a real plot this time. Good for you! Although I'm getting the horrible feeling that things will happen to characters that I love that will not make me happy. But hey. It's your show. As long as you make it believable and entertaining, do what you will. I mean that.
Um, except, don't kill off Harry, 'K? 'Cause the seventh book can't be called "Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley and the Mysterious Other Part Of the Title."
Thank you. You rock.
To: All The Ignorant *&^%s Who Honked At Me And Yelled "At Least Turn Your *&^%ing Hazard Lights On!!" As You Drove By
Do you really think I was sitting on my dead car for the sheer fun of it? Do you really think it just hadn't occurred to me to turn on my hazard lights? My battery was dead, you ignorant *&%$s.
Also: you suck.
To: The Soprano Who Bitched And Moaned And Complained Through Today's Whole Two-Hour Rehearsal/Trying To Coordinate Two Choirs/Children/Lights/Drummers/Pianist/T-Shirts/Etc
You know what? We were all tired. None of us wanted to be here. We were all irate at the loose ends and miscues and lighting and sound and movement problems. But the people running the show were doing the best they could, and you were not the only one inconvenienced, and the constant litany of whining emitting from you almost made me want to drop the Cheerful Idiot facade I so carefully cultivate at choir and tell you to shut the %$#@ up.
So: shut up.
To: J.K. Rowling
So far, as of chapter 4: nicely done. There's a real plot this time. Good for you! Although I'm getting the horrible feeling that things will happen to characters that I love that will not make me happy. But hey. It's your show. As long as you make it believable and entertaining, do what you will. I mean that.
Um, except, don't kill off Harry, 'K? 'Cause the seventh book can't be called "Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley and the Mysterious Other Part Of the Title."