I know you didn't post that to be intentionally cruel, but that's a real sore spot for the women of the glaziers' union, as they "somehow" only get window work. No woman glazier has ever been hired to work on a glass ceiling.
Pliny in the Middle
We’re pissed off AND we’ll do anything to avoid working on our next book
Never heard of such a thing.
I have not seen that in a very long time.
The subject line from an email I received: I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished.
How did this become my responsibility?
I did not know it was being used this way. It still sounds to me like the name of a Jerry Lewis character from the sixties.
"Project Maven," a new book by @katrinamanson.bsky.social, got me thinking about the unlikely success of "maven" as brand name (and even as baby name).
fritinancy.substack.com/p/name-in-th...
A Scottish lawyer told me last week that "grafting" means working hard.
Yes, a UK person told me that is how it is used in blurbs.
That makes sense. I think that in the US I've only seen it referring to nausea.
I've never encountered that before. Does bilious mean that in any other context?
Hammer Better Than Fist at Driving Nails into Planks!
Bucket Carries More Water than Hands!
Vaccines Better at Preventing Diseases than Yelling at Them!
Every AI commercial is like "Hey AI, what goes good on a sandwich?" and then the AI is like "Have you considered... cheese?" And then the narrator is like: THE FUTURE IS HERE.
Well, we'd win at that, anyway.
In another stunning development...
I don't know, but I've often seen a post that has a number of replies, but there are no replies that I can see, and no indication of why I can't see them. Possibly related.
I read them in that same order, and never finished A Clue to the Exit.
There is a myth that there exists a creature, a thing that walks among us, and which some claimed to have seen, a godforsaken thing that wears a human body, but has the head of a man, and on that head is the hair of an entirely different man.
Don't bring a knife to a gunfight. Bring a knife to a vault containing many wheels of cheese in a brutalized postapocalyptic society where knives are only a legend. You are now Knifebringer, Divider of the Cheese. Raise your knife and rule the clans.
Ha.
Thanks, and I don't disagree. Sadly, we don't make these decisions.
books riding into a machine on a conveyor belt, suddenly flashing red light goes off, smoke everywhere, machine spits out the book
Some low-level guy in a dusty back room at Anthropic is fishing secondhand books out of a battered cardboard carton, one after another, feeding them to the computer. Gets to my novel, holds it up. The computer looks at it, shakes its head and says, "Nah."
As a writer, I'm disappointed I won't be getting money in the Anthropic settlement for books that weren't on the list of stolen IP, but what's really going to keep me up at night is that even the computer didn't want to read my novels.
Yesterday, class counsel in the Bartz v. Anthropic lawsuit filed papers apprising the court that 440,490 of the 482,460 eligible works had been claimed—a remarkable 91.3 percent rate (the typical class action claim rate is around 10 percent).
It's only remarkable if you've never met any writers.
Hey, you know I can see that, right?
Ha.
No, that's okay. I've only just started using it that way in the last couple of weeks. Professional responsibility. I have to change with the language. Still doesn't sound right to me. In this case, I didn't want to specify son or daughter, though, so it was handy.
