It's time for another glimpse into the marvelous mind of Brooke, where the Modifier Lagoon Resort provides a happy home for all your unwanted metaphors and wishy-washy phrasing. You know how parents tell kids that the rabid dog is now romping happily in the green grass of a farm that's very, very far away, and it can't call to tell them what a wonderful time it's having because dogs don't have thumbs? The lagoon is like that. Remember the lagoon when you need a place for your modifiers to have...fun.

Anyway, today's specific gem from the proofing mines:

* I've largely skipped a few drafts. Maybe you thought you could sneak by, largely. Maybe you thought I was largely losing my touch. Maybe you thought we'd largely gone soft on WISHY WASHY MODIFIERS. Well you're WRONG. LARGELY! LAGOON! NOW! DROP AND GIVE ME 50 GATOR-PUSHUPS!

And this, after my protagonist made a reference to Pop Tarts:

* Pseudo-pastry deserves a word-construction MEDAL. <3

So now I'm short a few modifiers, but hey, I got a medal! In a much more general sense, Brooke has a major talent for going 'this conversation makes no sense' and phrasing it in such a way that I can actually step back and find my way out of whatever logical cul-de-sac I've managed to run down this time. Brooke. Because Canadians make life better.

My website and I have a love/hate relationship. I love having a website. I love my existing design, which was done by porpentine when the site was primarily intended to display my filk music and poetry. I love my new design, which was done by taraoshea and will be going live any day now. I love that my website is orange and green, just like a pumpkin patch that belongs specifically to me. I have a virtual pumpkin patch, filled with good things that I get to plant.

(Does that sound twee? That sounds twee. At the same time, I'm wearing jack-o-lantern pajama pants, socks that look like candy corns, and a fuzzy orange sweater that really makes it look like I've been hunting and slaughtering Muppets for their pelts. So right now, I'm actually allowed to be twee. I have the wardrobe pass to twee.)

I hate updating my website. I hate the fact that I always feel like I'm forgetting something when I turn my updates in. I hate the feeling of running uphill. I am not a fan of running up hills. It makes my calves hurt. I hate that my website makes my calves hurt. I hate sitting here being neurotic over whether or not these shoes make my website look twiggy. I hate, in short, the process of making the website functional. Seriously, if it weren't for Chris and Tara, my site would consist of 'PLEASE BUY SEANAN'S BOOKS SO SHE CAN FEED THE CATS' in big flashing black letters, and I'd be done.

In closing, I need to go watch some television and eat some popcorn, and tomorrow, I'll find something new to sit here and twitch over. PS: it's likely to involve my crazy-train Siamese cat. Lilly, who cures crazy by causing more.