I'm b-a-a-a-c-k, and my brain still hurts.

For those of you who are remotely curious about the cause of my cerebral discomfort, see the following thread.

My brain hurts

In the meantime, Jim Cash, a fellow Michigander (Yeah, they call us that. Really.) whom I interviewed and wrote about not long after the success of his screenplay, "Top Gun," may have been right. His advice to writers? "Don't do it. Perseverance is important because writing is physically demanding, especially at 4 a.m. when the world's dead, asleep and you're alone, and you're in pain, because you're pushing yourself to write just a couple more pages."

Im dragging out the time-warp articles from my past to remind me why Im doing this. I think theres a reason, though. Indeed, I believe that or I wouldnt be doing this. The emails Ive received thusfar from so-called Doomers and Pollys alike, lead me to believe Im on the right track.

Wanna help?

Buy the damn book! Get off your fannies, and get out your credit card! This is OUR book! It may be a limited edition, but its the definitive work of the Y2k Underground.

This message has been sponsored by one who is for the moment a citizen of the land of shameless self-promotion and also submitted by one who has never used a curse word in any of her public postings to this thread or any other of its ilk. Discounted books may be available to the first person who can adequately define the term ilk as it relates to this post.

The Toilet Paper Chronicles

Heading off to a writers coma now, as soon as I finish posting to the other thread. Sleep well.

-- Marianne Michaels (scipublic@aol.com), October 20, 1999

Answers

Damn.

That's two swear words in one post. I've used up my quota for the year. Or maybe even the century. [Grin}

I should have written "who I interviewed" not "whom I interviewed."

Coma impending.

'Night.

-- Marianne Michaels (scipublic@aol.com), October 20, 1999.

Marianne, it's 4:41 AM EST. I have to get up in three hours to empty my van of preps and then take it to the shop for new tires. I got a flat today and I'm driving around without a spare.

My tenant gave her notice for Dec 1 and my other car is also going in the shop for repairs this week. I own a restaurant and do charity work on the side. On my one day off this week, I *better* do some laundry before the grandon's birthday party. I have grown accustomed to tumbleweeds!

I'm watching the price of gold and reading a Y2K investment book in my spare(?) time. I gaze over this forum everynight and in the daytime, I try to knock off one or two items from my Y2K ToDo Database.

I have four programs and several patches I'm trying to install on this "soon-to-be-obsolete" 'puter in my lap. I'm fighting a battle with a Msgrv32 error message and AOL won't initialize my modem - a V90 is in the mail. And these are just the things that I can remember from the top of my head.

Sooooo, I will try to buy your book as I'm sure I will enjoy reading it next year under my Coleman lantern.

Stressed Out in Boston.

-- Cant Say (NoWay@Chicken.com), October 20, 1999.

How come when others advertise here, they get scorched then deleted ?

-- Count Vronsky (vronsky@anna.lit), October 20, 1999.

Am I correct that advertising in any form/guise is not permitted on this forum?

-- Elaine Seavey (Gods1sheep@aol.com), October 20, 1999.

Marianne, you write why Im doing this. I think theres a reason, though. Indeed, I believe that or I wouldnt be doing this. , yet you do NOT say exactly WHAT the reason actually is. So we are forced to speculate: money or ego ?

-- Count Vronsky (vronsky@anna.lit), October 20, 1999.

Elaine, I do believe you are correct about that, at least with regard to blatant advertising. I was blatant. No doubt about it. Sorry if I offended. It was late. I was tired. Not much of an excuse, but it's the only one I can offer at the moment.

Count, it's the story. The reason is the story.

-- Marianne Michaels (scipublic@aol.com), October 20, 1999.

Not only shameless advertising, in a tone that implies we are all her best friends and dying to have her book, but a monumental pile of unmitigated egotism. Rather out of place here?

-- Solange (birlady@hotmail.com), October 20, 1999.

monumental pile of unmitigated egotism. Rather out of place here?

Not at all. Read BigDog's posts sometime.

-- His head can't (evenfitthrough@doorway.anymore), October 20, 1999.

It looks like the whole reason she's printing this book is that she thinks we are going to be so thrilled to see our words in print that all the regulars will buy a copy. Maybe she didn't realize that we've got all of it in the archives, and personally I prefer to read our conversations in their ORIGINAL form, without her dingbat comments interspersed between.

-- @ (@@@.@), October 20, 1999.

Actually grrrrrlady, er, I mean birlady, I DO have some friends on this forum. I'm sorry you're not one of them. As you may have guess, neither is the "Count" or --@ (@@@.@), who pounce on my every consonant. (I think they may be cousins or twins or something) Anyway, maybe the two or three of YOU could become friends!

At any rate, I'm going to cease posting to this forum for awhile. I may pop in when the URL for the book changes again, but I'll make certain that I am not automatically notified of any thread responses. (At least until the "Count" and @ (@@@.@) promise to stop taking those "nasty" pills.)

Sorry if I made your brain hurt.

See ya!

-- Marianne Michaels (scipublic@aol.com), October 20, 1999.

Michigander's maybe? What about MIss-a-gooser's? (Or is that a near-sighted gay Michiganglander?)

Or is a Michiganger simply a street shooter in Detroit with bad aim?

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Lighten up @.@ - you're too uptight to survive the potential upcoming troubles with humor (and sanity) intact.

-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), October 20, 1999.

"the story", indeed a good answer, worth of Tolstoy himself. I'll buy a copy of TPC and post a review here.

-- Count Vronsky (vronsky@anna.lit), October 20, 1999.