Remarkable: Backstage Pass Chap 9 & 10 are POSTED!
11 years ago
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== Remarkable, insofar as it's been a lousy week, full of RL BS and winter
== coldness that made me wonder if I'd get anything done. Much less posting
== this lot.
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== Chap 9 (enhanced text) Is HERE.
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== Chap 9 (standard text) Is HERE.
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== Fun, we're not having much recently. But in the immortal words of
== Gilda Radner, never mind. Adjusting to the onslaught of the white killing
== season always takes us Canucks a few weeks to get into the spirit of things.
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== Northern optimism: Nah, that first dump of snow isn't going to stick
== around. I've got time to do the maintenance on the snowblower. Oh no I
== don't, and who's the wiseass engineer who made this %^@#&*@ machine
== so hard to take apart? (Fuel problem; won't start. <Snarl!!>)
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== If a story shows up wherein a frustrated-furious Canadian wolf fur
== takes a sledgehammer to a dead snowblower, welp, now you know where
== that came from. :- ) And I think I know who he is too.
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== Chaps 11 and 12 shall arrive next week.
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fwbrown61
(PS: Doing some renewed editing on chap 14, in light of
all the rereading lately. May be on course to post it and
chap 13 as scheduled, but I warn in case of delay. What
could possibly go wrong? :- / )
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==
==
==
== Remarkable, insofar as it's been a lousy week, full of RL BS and winter
== coldness that made me wonder if I'd get anything done. Much less posting
== this lot.
==
== Chap 9 (enhanced text) Is HERE.
==
== Chap 9 (standard text) Is HERE.
==
== Fun, we're not having much recently. But in the immortal words of
== Gilda Radner, never mind. Adjusting to the onslaught of the white killing
== season always takes us Canucks a few weeks to get into the spirit of things.
==
== Northern optimism: Nah, that first dump of snow isn't going to stick
== around. I've got time to do the maintenance on the snowblower. Oh no I
== don't, and who's the wiseass engineer who made this %^@#&*@ machine
== so hard to take apart? (Fuel problem; won't start. <Snarl!!>)
==
== If a story shows up wherein a frustrated-furious Canadian wolf fur
== takes a sledgehammer to a dead snowblower, welp, now you know where
== that came from. :- ) And I think I know who he is too.
==
== Chaps 11 and 12 shall arrive next week.
==

(PS: Doing some renewed editing on chap 14, in light of
all the rereading lately. May be on course to post it and
chap 13 as scheduled, but I warn in case of delay. What
could possibly go wrong? :- / )
overwhelming feeling of relief and joy that you actually survived. Sorta like being
shot at and missed, only with parkas, gumby boots, and snow shovels.
Not a good metaphor, actually. Winter here is more of a carpet-bombing
thing. Suh, this means woah. <Wumpf!!> As another foot lands in my driveway.
No good waving a white flag of surrender either. In all this snow, who
can see it? :- )
I was also quoting Bart Simpson
bake-yer-brains heat is more debilitating to the soul than cold, ice, and a few
pesky gigatons of snow.
The latter you can do something about. Ie., burn some murdered trees. The former,
whaddya gonna do? Commit an unnatural act with your air conditioner to try and
stay cool? Not necessarily an unpopular fetish in California.
No, won't knock winter, at the same time as won't stop griping about it. Requirement
of citizenship, I think. Sunny winter days, the snow intolerably bright and clean, the cold
biting through the parka as your fingers go numb: Can't get that anywhere else.
Worth the price.
Then you come back inside and oh my, do you ever appreciate that steaming
cup of coffee. Drink it, bathe in it, take your pick. It's a Canadian thing. :- )