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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Don't believe these publishing firms when they say it takes months to put together a book. I did one more or less entirely this week.

Of course, it drove us all to distraction. To whit:

Boss-lady: Is sage a word?
Me: Yes. Why?
Boss-lady: It's describing that diary thing. "Quotes from lamas and sages."
Me: It means a very wise man, like Confucius.
Boss-lady: Lamas?
Me: With one L is fine. Like Dalai.
Boss-lady: Not furry then.
Me: Maybe. I'm not discriminatory.
Boss-lady: I thought sage was a herb.
Me: Confucius might be tasty.
*pause*
Boss-lady: What about "calligraphy lettering"?
Me: As opposed to calligraphy ugg boots?
Boss-lady: It'd have to be... calligraphic lettering?
Me: Yep.
Boss-lady: ...I was just joking.
Me: Well, you're brilliant.
Boss-lady: Calligraphic. Is it even a word?
Me: It's a great word. It's a fabulous word. I don't know how I've lived my life without it. (Other Boss-Lady, Di, walks in.) Isn't "calligraphic" a fabulous word, Di?
Di: What does it mean?
*Boss-lady dies laughing.*
Me: It means we've had too much coffee today.

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