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Oh, I do lurve Satire Day. My perfect Satire Day would be November 7th, because it's not too hot and not too cold...

What? The fact that I know lions from Miss Conviviality is a testament to how many times I have watched and enjoyed the moovie, therefore if I choose to mock it in the cave, this is a compliment, cleverly disguised as mockery, but still, a compliment and therefore perfectly acceptable to the world at large, and the bats.

)))sPam(

And )))Slosh((( just because.

Mrs Quill, I can tell already that you're going to hate the cave and won't feel like you can fit in, at all. Not at all pleased to see you here. If you hang around long enough < ------------ Whinges draws attention in case anybatty missed her brilliant play on words. Where was I? Yes, if you hang around long enough, we may even name you with a delightful cave name that you will cherish for all of your days (see other bat's delightful cave names, such as Rodent, Valkyrie, sPam, Catty, Lurid and Mope. Bwahahahaha. Had forgotten we almost named Mope 'Grope').

Fwapping for Bronbat. Fwappityfwapfwapfwap

Not proud of TM's game saving effarts, nope, not at all.

Mope, your NaNo word count causes me to think your imagination is running on the same magaination fuel as mine is at the moment. We need to upgrade to something that duz a better job.

)))Loonybloated((( Verra sorry you lost the job, and that ain't cave speak. 

In other gnus I yam contemplating eating home made apple pie for lunch, and I shall now go wrestle more story plotting onto the page. 

Whinges, Complaints Offiser for the Cave

a gnu story is enuff to make a bat wanna go to sleep. I'm certain this has nothing to do with the lollies I have consumed in the name of keeping my azz in the chair while I plot said story.

So, the heroine is almost sorted. Then I get to sort the hero. Then I get to create actual scenes in which all of the romance and emotional development will occur. And once I've done that, I can riot the danged thing. I wanna riot. I wanna be rioting three weeks ago. If I don't get to be actual rioting of words, rioting, verra soon, I may be inclined to have an implosion. 

WhingesthreateningimplosionsandMadameLashagrees

Nothing much to say, but I'm checking in to not say it anyway.

Yesterday was stinky hot. Today is cooler, for which I am grateful. My laundry training is entirely up to date, my cave is lauraed (NYL), and my papershurk is > < close to batsolutely done. I'm down to only about three 'leave the house to attend to this' things written into my diary for the rest of this week. I do believe my life is beginning to resemble something that contains no further excuses to not be powering ahead with the new story writing. Today I came up with three new scene ideas and a lot more depth with H/h emotional histories. Now to get cracking and plot this sucker. Rubs batty clawz together gleefully while Madame Lash looks on and decides she may not have to throttle me after all. 

Whinges - I r a rioter

lifted and it's all youse faults.

disGrace, you know we are all now forevermore going to think of He Who Was Previously Mr disGrace as Ding Dong Daddy. Bwahahahaahahaha.

The famblies on either side of me got ready to do Halloween (it's not really that popular in my town and I haven't had anyone actually come to the house and knock for trick or treat for probably at least eight years, and that was only the one lot of kids, once). But I heard them preparing, kids were all excited, neighbours on one side had a notice on their mail box about trick or treating. Other side were talking about going and doing it. So I thought, great, this year I get to do this. I got the outside table ready with fabulous halloweeny tape that I got spookerated wif one year, and I bought candies. I made sure they were prewrapped one, not that the neighbours would need to worry bout that but in case anyone else came and didn't feel certain what they were getting. 

Put the candies in a halloween container that I also got spookerated wif one year. Did all the dreckorating and put a sign up, and...the neighbours did their thing at each other's houses on either side of me, and didn't bring the kids to me for it. Stoopid, but I can't believe how hurt I feel.  Anyway, candies are tucked away and I will give them to my niece for the grand-niecelings to enjoy.

Lurid, hope your halloween farty was a scream (boom boom).

Not snickering one bit at Fester's comminks bout Mr Fest used to being hawt and now he's not but Fester is verra hawt. notsnicker notsnicker notsnicker

Crappy barfday Gator.

Rodent, Mamanature (see Fester's post) gave you the migroan, to go along wif those cramps. )))Rodent(((

Oooh, go Dulciebat. Hehehehe.

Dreck the Turd with vowels of ballocks, lalalalalala la la la laaaa

Lurid's love scene has promise, espacially the part where it ends with dot, dot, dot...

You all made me laff myself into a better place. I blame youse unconditionally.

had a discussion at 3.30 a.m. It seems as though we might have a story idea after all.

In other news, I'm picturing Slosh in The Boots. Hehehehe. I'm going for the barefoot look as much as possible the last two days. Summer sandals gave me a flickety flocking blister the size of Tasmania.

Fretting over the healf of sPam and sTony. sPam have you been to the quack?

Bronbat, you might surprise youse self with how much you can riot in a tight time frame.

$600 glasses!  sassle frassle ding dong daddy!!! ''

Hehehehe. Not at the glasses cost, btdt, but at disGrace's purified swears. disGrace, if'n youse owns underwire bras, wash 'em wif the clasp closed, in an unmenshunables bag, preferably on a gentle cycle. Keeping Mr disGrace in the honeymoon phase through natural means also sounds like a good plan, though.

Not at all pleased to see Fester, Feckless and Rodent back in the cave.  Didn't go see myself on the front of Feckless's book cover and nobatty can prove that I did. Doncha think I've whupped my batty azz into great shape for that pic? Whadda ya mean witch one am I? I'se the one at the top, wearing boots. If youse squint sideways and let youse eyes go blurry, you can see the boots as plain as day.

Whinges off to dream up more story stuff. Bout time the Muse started to cofwapperate.

not Slim Shady.

But anyhoozle. I am here to complain that I had a noggin ache all day today witch has only just gone away in time to leave me with no real time or energy with/in which to riot for the day. 

Conga rats to disGrace and Mr disGrace on being templed. 

Buy yarn online or make hero take his cloves off. Bronbat has some serious decisions to make. I yam not jellus that Bronbat is rioting. I always look this shade of unfulfilled, frustrated-rioterly green.

Don't hope the Aimless noggin ache settles down because it would be far more entertaining to watch Aimless throw $40 pills at it. )))Aimmigroany(((

)))disGracie and old lady(((

Whinges

to Cearhabat until further notice. S'okay. I have two pairs. I yam also going, eventually, to buy me a pair of kick-azz heels for summer, so that I, yanno, have all seasons covered.

In other news, I finished my revisions last night and sent them. Now I get to go back to the WIP that hasn't progressed much, and make it do so. 

Bronbat, when you get adjusted to having a sporadic income stream instead of regular wage payments, let me know so I can schedule my own adjustment to follow suit. 

Whinges not sure if she's cold, or not cold, today.

chirp chirp chirp

Actually, I don't really mean that, but on the upside, I am out of bed and in another hour I may even be ready to start into some serious work. 

)))sTony((( and )))sPam((( Hope it innit swine flu, and hope either way that he recovers fast.

Hehehehe. Valkyrie's spookerage sounds splendiferous indeed. 

not to drive around Canbra at night. Had forgot 'bout the number of roos in the Capital. Not at all drooling over the thought of a profiterole dessert. Nope. Not me.

and me favorite... A shot glass hanging from a glow in the dark beads, which I is wearing like a necklace.

Bwahahaha.

In other news, I am germy nating my story idear in my noggin this morning and think I may be going to make actual progress, finally. Bout time this one shook loose for me.

Whinges glaring right back at Madame Lash, cuz it innit my fault this time I'se been trying my flickety flocking hardest

so she can riot it for me at the same time. For the wreckord, and so Madame Lash doesn't start in on me, I am trying with the new story. At the moment it's resisting my efforts. Sigh. I knows there's a great story in there. Just having trouble making it come out.

Mope, there's no rools that sez no second spooking. We sends things if we feels like it. I drecked disGrace with an old, tattered crochet pattern book one time too. Mwahahahahaha. 

)))Brontriptotownandeleven/eleven(((