The No News is No News Purgatory Thread, Volume 9

Run for cover--and a nice light-hearted one at that! I do like it when the cover artist gets the tone right.

Hm, funny. One should not judge people and situations by their appearances--in other words, don't judge a book by its cover--but literal books? Hell, yeah, I judge by the cover.

Maryn, who may do that with people too, despite efforts not to

Same here. Often I've made it so I do not see a particular person's or group's posts, but someone may innocently repost it or link to it and there I am, enraged or heartsick all over again. There's a small number of people I'd prefer never to think of again as long as I live.

In a similar vein, recently I've started following a handful of "lesser" celebrities, many of them comedians. I'll try them for a few weeks and if they're mostly silent, or only self-promote, I'll drop them again. A few have turned out to be pretty interesting people. The biggest issue--which is entirely on me--is that my tolerance for people who really cannot spell is pretty low. C'mon, dude, you play powerful political and businessmen, and you're telling me you can't spell consequence--or use a spell checker?

Maryn, let down

What, you don't enjoy the whoosh of deadlines rushing by?

Maryn, arguing with Medicare

I once rode in a convertible without restraining my hair.

Once.

Both of you stay away from me! After being sick with respiratory crud most of the winter, I do not care to go there again. I have already watched all of Law & Order, my go-to show for when I'm sick, enough to hold me for the rest of 2017.

I got my rights back for the first novel I sold, since its sales are down to almost nothing. Even so, the publisher was kind of snippy about it, like how dare I want to assume sole ownership of my own creation after allowing them to profit from it for the duration of the contract? I used some most unladylike language, but only to myself. I was pleasant and warm in my request, so screw 'em. I won't submit there again if they're going to be unprofessional.

Maryn, seeking new cover art

Well, there goes the savings. We have been in dire need of a new sectional for at least two years, maybe three. Whenever my favorite seat started leaning left, which it has for a good long while. Plus there's nothing between the upholstery fabric and the wood on that arm. This afternoon we shopped for a replacement at a store with a good sale, and we brought home a fabric swatch to prove that we're serious.

I still believe we could do better in terms of money and selection with a couch and a chair, but Mr. Maryn is adamant that it has to be a sectional with an L shape. Every couple's fights should be about matters of this level of importance, where the loser doesn't mind losing.

Maryn, loser

This is our fourth sectional and I'm less in love with them than I once was. It always seems to work out that I have a seat--the only one with reading light--and Mr. Maryn "owns" the rest of it. I'd rather have a really great chair and ottoman for myself.

But this isn't worth blocking.

Spongy bathroom floor, that's bad. I suppose the contractor will have to remove whatever tile or flooring you have, then the subfloor, which might extend beyond the bathroom. Sounds like a huge job! When and if you redo that bathroom and its floor, give me a holler--I learned some stuff about redoing bathrooms by making mistakes when we redid ours. (And of course my eye just zooms in on those goofs.)

Maryn, who will go order the sectional this morning

Which, of course, makes me think of Breaking Bad.

We are back from the furniture store. Goodbye, money! However, it should be ready much faster than the last one, which is good. I have standing instructions to get more pillows that will coordinate with our color choice. I'd go out today, but it's raining, and you all know I'm made of sugar. Or salt. Something water soluble.

Maryn, frail and delicate flower of a woman