AshClan
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This was a great, touching, exciting chapter, Z. Nice job. Just a few comments......
It's all that narrating and inner monologue that KEEPS you from paying attention. Duh.
DED
Seriously? Dude! I certainly hope you always turn on the light when you get up in the middle of the night. Just sayin'.
Like.....John McCain's cheeks? I don't know. There's gotta be a good line in here but I just can't come up with one. LaLa, Frick, Tinkerbellarella, somebody help me out....
Now that's a huge selling point right there. How awesome to not have to lug my laptop with me.....
That's probably because they are.
Wish we could say the same about your suitcases.
It’s funny to me that I, the original omniscient narrator, me of perpetual inner monologue, needed to be counseled to pay attention.
It's all that narrating and inner monologue that KEEPS you from paying attention. Duh.
Z said:Which was pronounced “con-see-air” by a lady on the Monorail who wanted us all to know she was staying in a more expensive room than we were. To which I thought, “if you can’t pronounce it, you probably can’t afford to stay there. Hopefully, you’ll learn how to pronounce the word before you pay off your credit card.”
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Mrbetterhavegoodaim said:Then we stacked up our empty suitcases in the huge empty space in the toilet part of the bathroom.
Seriously? Dude! I certainly hope you always turn on the light when you get up in the middle of the night. Just sayin'.
The beds were softer than Sean Hannity’s interview questions of Sarah Palin. But not squishy.
Like.....John McCain's cheeks? I don't know. There's gotta be a good line in here but I just can't come up with one. LaLa, Frick, Tinkerbellarella, somebody help me out....
One cool thing about the Contemporary was the computer in the room with internet access and an online concierge.
Now that's a huge selling point right there. How awesome to not have to lug my laptop with me.....
It would also be nice if people didn’t drive around with bumper stickers that read, “Mean People Suck.” For some reason, I always assume they’re talking about me.
That's probably because they are.
When the show was over, we just went back into our room. There were no crowds. No pushing. No shoving. No snarky CM asking you to return your stroller. No schlepping to a bus, a boat or a Monorail. No smelly people. No sweaty arms. No stench of pee.
Wish we could say the same about your suitcases.