Comments: Drugs are Bad, Internet Chat Rooms are Full of Pedophiles, and Geeks and Popular Kids are TRULY Not All That Different IN THEIR HEARTS!


I do like anticipation, as frustrating as it can sometimes be, but only if there is a pay-off. And you paid-off, and with a bonus, so thank you!

P.S. Julie sounds like a riot.

Posted by Deborah P at December 7, 2007 9:50 AM

Julie is the bomb with a side of diggetty.

I won sister in law Lotto.

Posted by joshilyn at December 7, 2007 9:53 AM

No hugs! No learning!

Oh, okay. You did learn. We can be friends.


Who knew you could buy a whole BUNKER online?

Posted by Aimee at December 7, 2007 10:48 AM

I would like to take Julie out for mojitos. We've never met but I'm pretty sure I would adore her...there's a mental-healthiness about her comments which appeals. Just sayin'!

Posted by Amy-Go at December 7, 2007 11:17 AM

Oh dear.

Amazon's gone again and started selling a book y'all haven't even written yet.

I wonder, though, why they picked the audio version this time:

Posted by Ray at December 7, 2007 11:17 AM

Ooohhhh, I really wish I hadn't clicked that link.

You know, the new season of Jericho begins next month, and I will once again feel absolutely compelled to purchase a firearm. I don't have one now, but this being north central Alabama, I may be the only unarmed person in my office right now.

Watching Jericho also compels one to form irrational post apocalyptic plans for survival. Including the building of a Crazy Compound stocked with animals.

Don't let your brother watch Jericho, Joss.

Posted by City Girl at December 7, 2007 12:23 PM

Girl, you done gone and lost yo mind. But I like it. It's why I keep coming back, in fact!

Julie does sound like a riot and if I ever had to live on farm/bunker/cult I would definitely want the two of you in it with me.

Posted by Leandra at December 7, 2007 12:58 PM

Should that be the Branch Jacksonian Compound?

And in lovely Eastern Washington, too. Dry, dust, blistering hot in summer and blistering cold in the winter.

Posted by hollygee at December 7, 2007 1:03 PM

Yes, that Julie sounds like the wife version of Scott. Are you and Bobby THAT much alike? Let's see, we have a novelist and a sculptor, so I'm thinkin' yes.

But the Magic Miracle of Life Toilet theory thing was WONDERFUL.

NOW you can hug me or a baby goat, and I'm pretty sure I know which one you'd pick.

Posted by Roxanne at December 7, 2007 1:31 PM

MY imaginary top-secret high-security private compound is in Maine. Since it's purely imaginary, the cold winters and buggy-non-winters aren't so bad.

Posted by Brigitte at December 7, 2007 2:01 PM

Oooh, Joshilyn, HUG! And thank you for learning that lesson and not making us wait for the Toilet story. That is such a cool idea - after having looked at that eBay auction. Heee. I have to go tell the CBs. What a great writer hangout that would be! With, of course, the macho types to go out and hunt and forage, while we, writerly non-macho folks (still know where to find the hairy guys?), lounge on velvet couches, eating bonbons and penning mahvelous literary masterpieces. Who's in?

Posted by ZaZa at December 7, 2007 2:45 PM

My dream bunker is not a bunker but a cabin, ala HGTV dream home, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. I, too, hit the sister in law lotto with Pat. Hubby's three other sisters deceased from ovarian cancer, every one of them. Pat had ovaries removed years ago. Probably why she is still alive. She would be welcome to come with me to NC because she is an artist. We both work quietly. Our two men would be welcome, too. They are not hairy. Is Julie an editor? She put her thoughts in a very succinct sentence.

Posted by Rhonda at December 7, 2007 3:06 PM

Hugs are always free to a good home. Or crazy farm.

Posted by Lisa Milton at December 7, 2007 3:40 PM

I'm worried about you, honey, really I am.
You know, you only get this way when your writing a book. Are you writing another book?

Posted by Desi at December 7, 2007 3:49 PM

Okay I noticed to really bad things about this post. You oh soooo want to gloss over the facts (in hopes we've forgotten) but you
Ms Crazy Farm Plan Goat Mama.

1) The story of the Boobs stuck under the bed in Paris, is not even a fraction of the story. Hmphf! But good try.

2) There are fabulous details in the Boobs stuck under the bed in Paris story. Fabulous details, that you can not gloss over with statements like number one.

Good try Crazy Farm Plan Goat Mama, but those of us in the we know.

Next folks she will try to tell us all that the Crazy Farm Plan is all in the title. I'm taking odds on this. What say you? She tries in...

one month to tell us this?
three months?
six months?
or in one day, because she happened to go to book study at the Martin Bar, then glosses over in the throes of a flirtini and chocolate induced hangover.

Odds anyone? I'm taking odds. Joss? What about you? Odds? :)

Posted by Cele at December 8, 2007 12:41 AM


That? Was hysterical. The image I have of some gnarly beastie with ginormous fangs sploishing up out of the toilet bowl and swallowing a sloped-forehead-having cave-boy in one bite will keep me in giggles for a while, now. Thanks!

Posted by Saturn at December 8, 2007 12:47 PM

Thank you for not telling the real Magic Toilet Theory of Life. I was in fear and horror rom the moment you mentioned it, and I was just about to jump into the comments and rage and threaten, but then I thought, no, she won't really tell it, and then I saw that you were in fact telling it, and I was all making with the jaw drop and whatnot, and then I realized you were telling some other toilet theory, one which in no way implicates me in any experimental urination.

Posted by Lydia at December 8, 2007 7:24 PM

Joss: Yes. Many hugs. Also, you should totally buy that compound. Central WA is bee-yoo-tee-ful, and I am not at all biased, not even a little.

Lydia: You mean there's another Magic Toilet Theory of Life? Do tell!

Posted by alala at December 9, 2007 4:20 AM