I’m Away, Doing Writing

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

We’re at an undisclosed location for a writing weekend.  I’m sorry.  I meant to post, but I have a ton of things to catch up, since I am FINALLY over the auto-immune and medicated for the ear infection.

 

I’ll TRY to do Grant today, but no promises.

 

55 thoughts on “I’m Away, Doing Writing”

          1. Preeesesenting…that elegant ungulant, the master of moo. the horn in every conversation–

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        3. I’m sure that barnyard animals get to hear each other’s language quite often…

          (Looks over shoulder) Oh, HI, Mr. Taurus! Barnyard Animal? Why no, why would you think I was calling you that? (Laughs nervously).

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  2. Highly placed anonymous sources have informed this reporter that this so-called “undisclosed location” is, in fact, somewhere.

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    3. I was in my undisclosed writing location (the local mall food court). Recon did not spot a Mormon white male with an awesome rack.

      It is somewhere else.

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  3. “I am FINALLY over the auto-immune and medicated for the ear infection.”

    So, contrary to published reports, Sarah is not off her meds?

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    1. (Rolls eyes.) I’ve never been on so many meds. I’m vaguely amused at people having a fight with me while I’m not even on the net much for the last couple of days and the next few days.
      :)

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  6. Undisclosed location = took her laptop into the John. Don’t let her fool you. Type louder, she’ll hear you.

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    3. I tend to be a bit to, exuberant, with the dihydrogen oxide to be allowed to take electrical devices into the bathroom. Even the kitchen is pretty dicey.

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      1. Gravitar is going to drive me crazy. One machine puts my screen name up correctly as Mike, the other insists on using my full name. Maybe I need to wipe my cookie files on both machines.

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        2. Rain? What rain? No one told me about any rain. (Actually, the heat island that is Amarillo and surrounding areas tends to break storms and chase away water. Alas.)

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          2. We got lots yesterday here in Plano…. to the point I was glad I was in a pickup with high ground clearance coming up the alley behind the house.

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  14. Oh good. I’m not missing anything by being at a referee training class all weekend.

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  15. Please, don’t be spotty. I don’t want to have to worry about you having yet ANOTHER medical problem. See you at LC.
    JPDev

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  16. While Sarah’s awa:

    A Cultural Revolution in Slow Motion
    By Sarah Hoyt
    I don’t believe in grand historical conspiracies, or in designs that go on over generations. The right suffers from a bad case of “the individualists failed to organize” and the left, by now in their third generation of social dominance, are approaching the sort of behavior and IQ one saw in the last days of the Soviet Union. Or if you prefer, Marxist scientific efficiency has given us in three generations what it took the royal houses of Europe sixteen generations of inbreeding to achieve: an “elite” so profoundly dumb they couldn’t pour p*ss out a boot with instructions on both sides.

    Which is why I don’t believe in conspiracies.

    I do however believe in guiding principles, in abiding ideas that inform and shape a movement, and in people so completely in communion with the revealed message of “progressivism” that they will do the things that no police force or government could force them to do, were they free.

    Hence we get journalists corrupting their craft and honor to be part of secret lists that choose which news to cover and which to ignore. We get functionaries trying to subvert legal, fair elections. And we have the Reeeee brigade leading us through a slow motion Cultural Revolution.

    I don’t know who coined “Reeeee” for the sound progressives make when in the middle of a scream fest about some – mostly imaginary and unintended – offense. I know that for several months now all my friends use it, usually when just having dealt with some idiot who keeps yammering on about moon ferrets (or patriarchy. Or white supremacy. All of which have the exact same degree of existence in modern America.)

    It’s not that you don’t want to answer the idiot. It’s that explaining there are no moon ferrets gets exhausting, when they immediately change the subject to the moon dolphins or the moon mole rats.
    [END EXCERPT]

    Click on through to encourage PJ Media to keep paying Sarah for the kind of stuff she’s been giving away daily here.

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    1. But everybody knows there are no moon mole rats, because the moon ferrets done ate them all. I mean that is as common a knowledge, practically speaking, as the government spraying us with chemicals through vapor trails.

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  19. Well, there’s such a thing as oyster knives, but I don’t picture them on white linen tablecloths since you could probably use them to cut duct tape or floor coverings even.

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