Juuuuuust click the link and be sure you're not drinking anything.
lol That'd be funny.
Grissom: She bled out everywhere, but it's not consistent with the position of the body.
Sara: Uh, Grissom..
Sara: Nevermind. I'll have Doc Robbins explain it to you?
Grissom: ..Explain what?
Catherine: Female biology. Broaden your horizons, Gil. -grave_medicine
This is from horosha from a public entry in his journal.
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Hey, this is my first post here, it was in my comments,
but this comment from prepschlrefugee was frelling hillarious.
"I see myself in...FERIA"
"umm no honey, you see yourself in the manes and tails of 45 thoroughbred palominos"
There are 'power verbs,' which make a story a bit more exciting and descriptive, and then there are 'dominatrix verbs,' which whip a story over and spank it repeatedly.
Sam: What movie are you going to see? *looks at the kid* Robots?
Woman: No, no, I hate those FAKE movies! I'd never see anything like that.
Sam: What are you seeing, then?
Woman: The Pacifier.
Sam: Oh. Yes. I heard that was a documentary.
Sam: Never mind. Anyway, did you know Vin Diesel's gay?
Woman: Wait, WHAT?
It continues, oh so beautifully, here.
I find the bathroom, close the door, turn on the light and ... GAH!
The room is covered in mirrors. I don't mean a mirror above the sink and one on the door, I mean the room is literally wallpapered with mirrors, floor to ceiling, up and down and around. You cannot turn anywhere and not see yourself from every angle possible.
In shock, I feel my way around Mr. Poopy's Funhouse for the toilet that's actually a toilet and not an illusion. A couple of dead ends later I find the thing, sit down and am confronted by an infinity of mirror images of myself on the throne.
Needless to say that's the moment my bladder locked, my urethra slammed shut and there was no joy in Tinkle Town that day, my friends.
I encourage you read the whole entry, which was too long to quote here, but absolutely hilarious.
It's a great day for a deadline. It's really appropriate for the book, for a start, and whether I make it or not I can still call my editor and tell her I'm done. ("Really?" "Nope. April fool.")