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August 18, 2004


I knew it wouldn't last. L would have fought to keep Y close in those adverbial situations.

I don't know what this says about me, but I loved the story. :)

Don't apologise; it's clever, very. A nice exercise.

Plus I learned a new word:

From Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913):

Xyster \Xys"ter\, n. [NL., fr. Gr. xysth`r a scraper.] (Surg.)
An instrument for scraping bones.

The style: Raymond Chandler?

Good to see that at least one person in America is aware of the existence of adverbs.

I loved it too. I'll never look at W the same way...what a fat-ass.

OE: Many thanks for the link; I've gotten a couple hits. Such a nice guy! What the hell are you doing in the Inland Empire?

Andrew: Um, I take it you're impression of Americans is that we're all obese, drink weak coffee, wantonly snip the wee-wees of helpless babies and -- gasp -- pen adverb-less sentences. Wow, no wonder we have a tendency to invade developing nations. Not sure what the connection is, but there must be WMD's in there somewhere.

Faith: Thanks. W tried to diet and slimmed down to a nice V, but then they had two V's and that didn't work at all.

Thanks for reading my fledgeling efforts at fiction. More wretched scribblings can be found under the Fast Fiction category.

Yup. Absolutely :-)

Well no *chastened expression*

OK, I'll be honest: here and in the UK too I think, the general perception of your country isn't a whole lot different to that. I can elaborate if you like. That perception is of course a simplistic reduction. And being a simplistic reduction, utterly ignores, just for example, the reality of the many gifted and eloquent (and slim!) writers. The international face of America does no justice to much (most?) of its population.

So I was trying to be gently ironic in order to praise. But I don't think it came over that way, probably partly because you don't share the same (mis)perceptions, being in as opposed to out, and partly because I was clumsy and way overdid it.

Therefore, I totally apologise for abusing your hospitality. You've been stonkingly generous to me and I seem to try to repay that by rudeness. I am sorry. I can't promise to not do it again, because I am fundamentally a twit, but I shall try.

Andrew: Don't you dare get all sorry and sniffly on me. You're not rude, not a twit, not abusive. I just didn't understand the adverb remark.

Relax. I opened a reasonable bottle of Bordeaux, which you're welcome to sample while I prepare to overfeed you.

I understand they don't have food in your country, is that right? ;-)


I do have a horrible habit of hitting things with a simplistic, tunnel-vision-kinda approach and then invariably provoking a quite-reasonable backlash.

See, I f*cked up some in the last few years and I really can't live with the pain it has caused me. I'm also rather sensitive to any perception that I may have done it again, enough to throw me into a depression for days on end.

This is the reason I currently choose to have no friends and no life beyond my kids.

You are kind.

As for my country, well, we're just a little behind you guys as far as the fat/food thing goes. Which is exactly the reason it holds so much fascination.

I wonder what the stereotype of Australia is internationally? Congenial, slow-witted drunkards and slackers, living in tin shacks in the dust, desperate for international approval and attention? I wonder.

After watching the Olympic swimming this week, I have to add breathtakingly sexy, man-gods to my perception of Australian men.

But then, I'm an easy American woman, so I could be wrong. ;)

I traveled quite a bit in Europe in the '80s and was always tripping over Australians doing their Grand Tour. Fearless and fun-loving is how I remember them. Good kissers too.

Never had a bad word to say about any of them.

Oh dear Faith, I think I'd be a mighty disappointment to you if we ever met: 5'8", 70kg (155lb), broad shoulders but skinny legs, big nose, round shoulders :-( And with my eczema like it is now, a head and face that to me in the mirror look like roadkill.

And I can't swim. At all.

I apparently have beautiful eyes and a nice smile though, which is possibly why I get away with a lot. Like hijacking other people's blog comments.

Anyways, lets get back to Anne and her writing.

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