Hi. May I use that quote about "If 'plonk' is the sound. . . ." in my quotes file? The quotes pop up in my e-mail sig (attributed, of course) when I turn on a bit in my signature file. I'd also like to steal the bit about the pasta looking like a rope that just had a bad break-up with the scissors. . . except I'd morph it into the description of a lady's hair. That one would go into a story I'm writing. You'd get mentioned in the acknowledgements, if it ever became part of a publication. How do you feel about that?! Hope it's not a 'bad' feeling. . . . let me know.
Certainly not a bad feeling -- I'm pleased to have come up with something .sig-worthy, and appreciate the attribution! Similarly for the rope/scissors similie. (I'm not even sure exactly what corner of my brain that one popped out of -- I wasn't trying for that particular sort of clever, but the words fell out of my fingers onto the screen and I liked the way they landed.)
Out of curiosity, how'd you stumble across my journal? Something like friendsfriends, a link, or something more random? (I took a look at yours, and all the references to DFW reminded me of the five semesters I spent in Irving, and got me trying to remember which suburbs were where relative to each other. Oddly enough, one memory that jumped out more than others is the monster-huge music store in Dallas (or maybe just closer to Dallas than to Irving) where a friend bought his electric violin and inflicted Paganini sheet music (for guitar) on me.)
May I use that?
I'd also like to steal the bit about the pasta looking like a rope that just had a bad break-up with the scissors. . . except I'd morph it into the description of a lady's hair. That one would go into a story I'm writing. You'd get mentioned in the acknowledgements, if it ever became part of a publication.
How do you feel about that?! Hope it's not a 'bad' feeling. . . . let me know.
Re: May I use that?
Out of curiosity, how'd you stumble across my journal? Something like friendsfriends, a link, or something more random? (I took a look at yours, and all the references to DFW reminded me of the five semesters I spent in Irving, and got me trying to remember which suburbs were where relative to each other. Oddly enough, one memory that jumped out more than others is the monster-huge music store in Dallas (or maybe just closer to Dallas than to Irving) where a friend bought his electric violin and inflicted Paganini sheet music (for guitar) on me.)