anthimeria: Stars in space (Starscape)
My summer job teaching gifted kids to write fantasy?  Was AMAZING.  I worked 12 hour days for 3 weeks straight and loved every minute of it.  I want to do it again, especially now that I've done it once and can learn from my experience.  Seriously, so much work and SO FUN.

The day job also picked up over the last few months, which is great because I love that, too.  It's meant an adjustment in my schedule, and with the interruption of WisCon and the summer job, I lost all momentum on Swan Book 2.0.  But I've been doodling with a short story lately (it wants to be a novella.  I may let it) and have written a few fics for the new Ghostbusters movie, which--OMG.  Best thing since--jeez, I don't even know.  The Mummy?  Practical Magic?  Actually, it's like they took the girl-centric Practical Magic storyline, added in the adventure and snappy dialogue from The Mummy, and tossed it into a blender with the original Ghostbusters, added more science and tech, and a completely kickass final fight scene just for fun.  I loved it A LOT.

With an interstate move lurking just over the horizon, I've also been trying to get going on moving prep.  For me, Stage One absolutely has to be Cleaning and Culling.  I am not a naturally tidy person, but I can't pack without space, and I refuse to bring anything extraneous, so doing both at once seems like a 2-birds, 1-stone situation.

That doesn't mean it's fun.  My floor is clean and vacuumed, the 'miscellaneous stuff' corner cleared out, my bookshelves have been culled and reorganized (1.5 medium-sized boxes of books to be donated), and my three shelves of work materials likewise.  Which is, to put it bluntly, the easy stuff.

Coming up are my closets, underneath the bed, and my crafting/electronics/jewelry/holiday decor/important papers shelves.  (It's a big set of shelves.)  Once that's done, I have my car, and then considering how long this is likely to take, doing all the basics over again.

Wish me luck!  Fingers crossed nothing unexpected falls from a high shelf.

anthimeria: Barbara Gordon, in wheelchair, hand fisted, with the word "Not half beaten yet" (Oracle: Not Beaten)
* checks date *

* checks date of last entry *

*shuffles feet *

As we used to say in the days of LJ (. . . and ffn, if that's not showing how long I've been in fandom), RL Happened.  I'd like to get back to updating this regularly, but I also know making promises I can't keep is never a good idea.  I also don't think it will look the same, if I do update more often.

Originally, I intended this blog to solely be about my writing, and writing-related things in my life (WisCon, book recs, etc).  And while writing is still very important to me, I have found that twitter is a really good place to put the sort of daily-ish updates and frustrations.  Less formal and quicker to jot off than a blog entry.  That's one non-RL reason I haven't been over here in a while.

I have some ideas about how I'd like this to evolve, while also being aware I'm pretty much talking to myself.  I welcome readers!  I'm also aware I don't HAVE many, and since that's not really the goal, that's fine.  Feel free to unfollow/follow/etc, no hard feelings.

There's a lot going on in my life right now that blog entries might be appropriate for--a new teaching job this summer (teaching talented kids to write fantasy!  Best summer job ever!), I've started a Massive Re-Write of the swan book (totally different outline, much more horror than urban fantasy), and I'll likely be moving for the first time ever as a grownup.  I've moved before, but not what I'd consider properly--I moved 2000 miles with two suitcases, which didn't involve much packing, and I moved within town three times the first year I was out here, but I've been in my current place for almost 5 years now, and I've accumulated stuff.  Unlike the last time I moved across state lines, I won't be able to leave anything I don't want at my parents' house.  The move is probably the biggest thing, really.  And doing new things always makes me want to write about them, and really, that's one thing that won't fit well on twitter.

So.  We'll see how it goes, yeah?

Meanwhile, I'm 1k into the Wingless re-write, and I have 2k more to write today, so I should stop procrastinating and do that.  Wish me luck!

anthimeria: Astro City superheroine Flying Fox (Flying Fox)
Okay, truth, I know how that happened.  February steamrolled me with being sick in the first half and from-out-of-town family in the second, plus I had not one, not two, but THREE custom events to design and execute at work.

So I haven't written anything since I last worked on The Novel.

But I did go to FogCon!  Given my track record of not reporting on cons if I don't while I'm physically present, unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to give a report, but it was fun!  I was on two panels and did some volunteering, which regular congoers (especially to all-volunteers cons like Fogcon!) should try to do.  Even an hour can make the volunteer coordinator's life easier!

I shall endeavor to starting writing again, and thus get back in the habit of updating this thing.  Hope to see y'all again soon!
anthimeria: A happy wolf pouncing on a packmate, reads "Triumph!" (Triumph!)
. . . the rats *really* aren't afraid of the laptop.

Hardison struck his head over the monitor from the back--not a new thing--and then did some sort of rat-ninja move and hopped up onto the screen.  Yep, my rattie was walking on the top of my LAPTOP screen like, "Ooh, this is a fun game.  Why are you squeaking at me?"

EDIT: Before I posted this he did it again.  Twice.
anthimeria: A laptop keyboard and the Latin "Quot libros quam breve tempus" (Quot libros)
With the fairy book going and revisiting The Novel yet again (this time for the Strange Chemistry unagented submissions period), I've been writing more than I have since I got the kids.  This has resulted in me attempting to multitask: play with the rats AND __.  Insert "watch tv" "read" and today "write."

They don't mind the tv, but to be fair they can't get at it.  The book freaked them right out--I don't know if it was the inconstant page-turning noise, or the big paper presence, or what, but books freak Hardison and Parker right out.  So today--as I type, in fact--I decided to try them on the laptop.

I am extremely amused that they find books scarier than the computer.

I have music going, and I'm typing, and it's a big new black shape, and while they were a little bit wary, they're more interested in chewing on it than they are scared of it.  I mean, they're sniffing it, but they're treating it like they would any new object in their space: with curiosity and just a little bit of "Is it going to bite back?"

While I don't know what's up with the book thing, their reaction to the computer is evidence of how far they've come in just a few weeks.  Baby Hardison and Parker would've sat, frozen and quivering, terrified.  Teenage, better-socialized Parker and Hardison are curious and kinda annoyed every time I keep them from gnawing on the keys.  It took a lot of work, and I'm not done, but they're getting there.

In conclusion, next time I try this I'm going to try to get a picture of each rat reaching up to paw at the screen, one on each side, like heraldry.  If I can accomplish this picture I will find SOME way to show y'all.
anthimeria: Mask of feathers (Feather Face)
The ratties are 7 weeks old, I have had them for six days, and they have GROWN.  Just, so much, since I brought them home.  I know babies grow fast but geez.

They also have names: the beige is Parker and the black hooded is Hardison.

Those of you familiar with the tv show Leverage will be unsurprised to learn that Parker earned them these names when he made a flying leap off my leg and hoofed it for freedom, very nearly making it before I scooped him up again.  Hardison also spends all his time with his whiskers in the air, collecting information, and they're both little thieves.

They also require a huge amount of time right now, because they need some socialization.  They don't bite and they're pretty tame, but tame is all I'd call them--friendly they're not, particularly.  I'm spending between 1-2 hours every day with them on my person, just getting them used to the idea that the big hand from the sky dispenses treats and pets, not death from above.  The work will be worth it--I'm looking forward to having rats who rush to greet me instead of rats who sort of stare at me warily--but right now it's a lot of work, and it's kind of sad.

This is one reason people should get older animals when they adopt.  I know the rescue agency I worked with has a bunch of well-socialized older rats.  These are rats who might be four months, or a year, or two years old, but who would be immediately loving and wanting to be with people.  If you're a first-time rat owner--heck, a first-time pet owner!--an adult animal might be a better choice.  I picked little ones because I wanted to do this, and I knew it would be work going in.  I have the time, and it's going to pay off in a pair of wonderful pets.  But if you don't have the time, the patience, or the experience, adults need forever homes, too, and it's often immediately rewarding.

So for anyone contemplating getting a pet, please consider an adult--many times they come pre-trained, pre-socialized, and prepared to love you forever.


Sep. 18th, 2013 04:25 pm
anthimeria: unicorn rampant, first line of Kipling's "The Thousandth Man" (Default)
They do not have names yet, but I have a pair of six-and-a-half-week old ratlings!  They're brothers, a black hooded and a beige--I think Irish, though there's some extra white on the belly.

I had to drive ~1.5 hours to get them and another 1.5 to bring them back, so they freaked right out.  But they poked their twitchy little noses around their big new cage and fell off the rope and, right now, are dozing in their den.  I'm using small boxes that I'll replace every week as they grow, so the box size fits the rats, and when they get big enough will introduce their igloo, the house the internet tells me all rats love.

Still haven't figured out pictures, so they may or may not happen.  But trust, me, they're adorable.
anthimeria: Gears, some magnified (Gears)
I haven't been writing because all my energy lately has been going into BUILDING THINGS.

My primary creative outlet might be writing, but I was in Robot Club in middle school, my current job sees me designing and making crafts for upwards of 30 kids every week, I've made all my own Halloween costumes since I was 13, and I never shy away from a project that says "assembly required."

In this particular case, the project is building cages for the pair of rats I'm going to adopt (always adopt at least 2 rats!).  It's been ~10 years since the last time I had a pet, and it was rescued rats then, too.  I've been hoping I could get a dog now that I'm on my own, but due to costs and apartment living, it's not going to happen anytime soon.  But rats, rats are as close as you get to dogs in small animals.*  They're playful, friendly, easily trainable, clean, and all the rats I've known have great personalities.

Buying a rat cage from a pet store is a no-win, though.  All the cages that are big enough, with the right bar spacing, tend to cost upwards of $150, and that's likely just barely big enough for two rats.  A good cage purchased online will run ~$80, including shipping.  Whereas I cashed in my lovely Home Depot gift card (my family knows me well) and spent $60 on materials, splurged at the Container Store for an underbed bin of just the right dimensions, got everything else from Target, and spent $135 on absolutely everything I need to get started: material for two cages, material to make toys, bedding, food, treats, food bowl, water bottle, etc etc etc.  Plus, bonus, buying materials meant I could design and build exactly the cage I wanted.

So my hands are sore, I have brand-new blisters, and I'm in contact with an awesome rat rescue group in my area.  I'm hoping for a pair of baby boys (5 weeks is the earliest a rat should be separated from its mom/littermates), but we'll see who's available.  Usually I'd adopt an older animal--they come pre-socialized and ready to love!--but for the first time I get pets in years, I want little ones.  Next time I'll go older.

If I can figure out how, I'll post pics of the two cages I built (primary cage and spare/travel/hospital cage) with new ratties in them once I get everything sorted with the rescue group.

In the meantime, I should probably put some effort into writing again.

*I'm paraphrasing someone here, I just can't remember who.

anthimeria: Woman drawing a sword, the words "Sword and Sorceress XXV" (SS XXV)
I've heard it said you learn best by teaching, so this coming week is going to be interesting, and I will probably learn a lot.  I'm running a week-long young writers camp (8-12) by myself, and we had low signups, so it's essentially going to be me and a couple of kids hanging out all week.  I'm as prepped as I can be, and I've taught writing and run camps and been a camp counselor, but this is the first time I'll be doing all of that at once, with nobody to fall back on.

Spent last week finishing up prep, will be spending next week at camp, and then likely will spend the week after that getting caught up on everything I missed while camp took over my life, so . . . let's say Trial's editing isn't going as fast as I'd like.  Quelle surprise, eh?

It's going, though, it's going.  I think I can I think I can I think I can . . .

Wish me luck with camp!
anthimeria: Woman drawing a sword, the words "Sword and Sorceress XXV" (SS XXV)
Yesterday was AWESOME and the writing workshop was useful as always and I met new people and met back up with people I knew from years before and have accumulated, katamari-style, an extended group to hang out with and chat about panels and writing with.

Also, FIRST PANEL EVER yesterday, the Stop Killing Minority Characters panel, which I think went well (and I have asked for criticism and so far people seem to be saying we did well, but would they really tell one of the panelists if there were issues?  I hope so, this being WisCon, but who knows).  It was fun, anyway, and I got to practice good panelist behavior (face the audience, don't cover your mouth, be succinct and let other people talk) with other panelists who were also awesome.

Plus: on a panel with Nisi Shawl!!  EEE!

The discussion was interesting and the audience was awesome and basically it was a blast.

Then dinner, in which we accumulated our group katamari-style (I'm stealing this phrase, it is awesome) and then more panels and parties and lastly a midnight-to-one panel and then crashing.

This morning I ended up accidentally sleeping through the Spontaneous Writing Contest, which I had signed up for, but at least it was a situation where me not showing up meant someone else could participate in my place.  A morning panel about the whole Author is Dead school of critique and how it works (or doesn't) and how it works with social media, and interesting chatting with part of the katamari-group from last night and the panelists afterward, and also I want to do a follow-up panel next year called "So the Author is a Zombie: Now What?" about fanfic and other fanworks as critique and/or commentary on source material and how fandom and living, available authors interact and influence each other especially in longer-running, serial, and multi-author works like comics, movies and television.  Anyone interested in doing that panel at WisCon next year let me know!

So I breaked for lunch, skipping the journeyman writer's meeting because I am meeting and talking with other writers in the hallway, and now I'm scarfing lunch and writing this basically to keep myself from imploding or exploding.

Hope everyone is having a good weekend, see y'all later!
anthimeria: Gears, some magnified (Gears)
Final day of Nova Albion=as awesome or awesomer than the first two days!  (It's been a long day, okay?  Critique my grammar when I'm getting paid for it.)

The last day of a convention is always my BUY SHINY THINGS day, both because I will have had adequate time to peruse the vendor tables and because I'll have a good guess of what the con is costing me (there are always last-minute costs--or sometimes, surprising savings) and thus whether the money I have set aside is too much or, rarely, if I have more than budgeted.  I probably circuited the vendor halls two or three times before making any purchases; a few vendors to whom I returned several times obviously recognized me and my very fine hat.  Generally I try to buy from those vendors whom I've returned to again and again--both because hey, I've been ogling their wears and not purchasing!, and also because it's usually a good indication that I really do want whatever I've been eying, and will not regret the price tag.

So, morning vendor hall circuit and first purchase of the day, then three panels, including a fun writing-and-publishing-steampunk panel that nicely got down the business brass tacks and in which Gail Carriger (in her, I believe, third steampunk outfit of the weekend) kinda-accidently took over mod duties.  Notes and other fun-for-writer-me things resulted!

Then the panels I was interested in ended, and I was faced with decision time: last round through the vendor halls.  I made a pass through one and rejected two things I thought I wanted and ended up with another I didn't know I wanted.  At the last vendor hall, I got to chatting with a vendor from whom I bought new decorations for my hat (it is not finished yet; there is not enough stuff on it) and a fellow congoer at her booth.

Said fellow congoer was enthusiastic about my hat and my outfit.  We were chatting and discussing maker stuff and buying things at cons and I mentioned that I longed for a particular unique costume piece, but needed to save up because I work retail and costuming is not cheap.  He sympathized, having just made a large costuming purchase himself, and then proceeded to whisk me off to the proper booth and finance my purchase, including customization, of said costume piece.


I was stuttery and flabbergasted and probably red the whole time.  Said piece was not terribly expensive, as costuming goes, but well beyond my budget.  He was blithe and kind and very much a people person; upon hearing I was at the con alone, grabbed the next passing person he knew and introduced us, with a remarkable lack of awkwardness.  They in turn convinced me to go to Maker Faire, which is in ~two weeks, and which I've never attended.  We exchanged e-mail addresses, he asked after my DSF story, and with, again, a remarkable lack of awkwardness of any kind, finished the transaction and left to join his friends.

. . . I'm still in shock, a bit.

It's definintely proof than humans can't be taken in generalizations; we exist in all parts of whatever spectrum you can come up with, and probably off it, also.  For no reason at all beyond a passing acquaintance, he gave me a wonderful gift.

Not just the costume piece (though OMG), but a great story and a reminder to always pay forward that which we can't pay back.  I can't repay the experience.  One day, I trust, the universe will drop a similar situation in my lap, and I'll get to pay it forward.

Cons, for all their potential faults, have as many or more potential rewards.  They are remarkable in that they create an instant community, with incredibly strong bonds given the incredibly limited time, and at the best cons, people in that community take care of each other.

For every time I've gotten side-eyed as a girl/feminist/queer, for every guy who makes suggestive comments about women's costumes, for every panel that gets derailed, there are fellow activists, there are men who shoot those comments down, there are panels that do meaningful work and reach new conclusions and new people.

And apparently there are fairy godpeople out there, too, for the fan who dares to voice a wish.

Glasses raised to Maker Faire, WisCon, and the hope of a Nova Albion 2014.

PS: If you see this (you know who you are), thank you.

anthimeria: Woman drawing a sword, the words "Sword and Sorceress XXV" (SS XXV)
We know I've been querying Skywatch, and tonight, just out of curiosity, I googled myself to see what an agent would see if they tried it.  I have to put in the "K." in the middle because there's a model and a volley ball player named Lauren Moody who come up way more than I do if you just search "Lauren Moody."  So, googled "Lauren K. Moody".

Most of it was ordinary and stuff I'd like an agent to see--this blog, reviews for SS25, The Girl She Truly Was on DSF, etc.  Then I clicked the second page--I don't actually expect an agent to look at more than one page of Google results, but like I said, curiosity--and found this.


I had no idea.  I mean, I do fairy tale gender messing with in that story, but I didn't know I'd gotten recommended!  Results are in, didn't get nominated, etc, but seriously, I got recommended for an awesome award and didn't even know it.  I'm on a website with 76 other works that did interesting things with gender in 2012.


anthimeria: Astro City superheroine Flying Fox (Flying Fox)
Gone again!  Family-related again, though this time it's expected and planned and awesome.  It's just right on the heels of the family stuff in December that was none of those things, so it sort of snuck up on me.

On the bright side, I got a chapter and a half of Trial written on the plane, and hope to finish off that chapter today if I can concentrate through the yawns.

Talk to y'all when I get back!
anthimeria: Open book, says "sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe" (Books)
Beginnings: not my strong suit.

Since I first mentioned Trial, I've written the first chapter twice and spent a lot of time staring at a blank document, or worldbuilding, instead of getting more words down in the draft.  The second try at chapter one worked well enough to be going on with, and today I finally got in gear and wrote the second chapter (chapters in this one are ~1k words, so that's not as impressive as it sounds).  If I can get on top of the next couple of chapters, this thing should gain some momentum of its own.

Weirdest thing so far?  Apparently this book wants to be written in present tense.

My usual mode is third-past.  I've been known to write first-present occasionally but third-present is up there in odd tenses for me.  Then I started the second attempt at the first chapter and it was in present and it worked, and I'm not a writer who argues with what works.

Also, in a non-writing note, it's Halloween this week!  I've already re-used my Supergirl costume from two years ago for an event, and this year I will be starring as Buffy (the vampire slayer) at work.  It won't be as wowing as my Tony Stark costume last year (complete with arc reactor, repulsors, goatee, and glass of "scotch") but it should be fun.  I just have to make the stake.  Sunnydale ahoy!
anthimeria: Stars in space (Starscape)
Bouncing around the internet waiting to be tired enough to try sleeping.  Ran across this (do not ask me how; link soup is my only answer):

on tumblr

My friend didn’t want to be alone when she got her allergy shots this morning so I went with her and just before the needles started going in she grabbed me and said, “DISTRACT ME,” so I did the only thing I could think of and did a dramatic recitation of President Whittmore’s speech from Independence Day.
I’m not looking for praise for being an awesome friend and going despite my shot-phobia. But I think I deserve praise for having the whole speech memorized.


This makes me a gleeful, silly creature.

ETA 11/9/12: Watching Teen Wolf.  The Coach gives this speech as his locker room inspiration speech.  It started up and I was like, "Wait . . . is he . . . really?  REALLY?  Show you have stolen my heart!"  So, yeah.  Apparently a lot of people like the speech!  We are very much not alone!

anthimeria: Gears, some magnified (Gears)
. . . can be found here (link leads to the DSF page).

I have been remiss!  But also on vacation, and then writing (short stories, yes I know it's not May anymore), and now back at work which means buried under a pile of e-mail.  I got halfway through last week's e-mail today!  Working backward.  And also skipping anything that couldn't be immediately dealt with.  Still progress, I suppose.

It seems to be FINALLY summer here, which makes me happy, even if the nearest pool is still in that phase where it's overrun by kids and teenagers b/c it's the beginning of the summer and they haven't swum for nine months.  I suspect the glamor will wear off in a few weeks, but for now I have to REALLY want it to brave the jumping and splashing and that weird feeling of being a single person going to a small pool when everyone else there is with family or friends.  Awkward much?  Yes.  Keeping me from swimming on weekends?  So far.  I just have to get home from work before the temperature gets too low.  One of these days . . .

And that's about it.  Vacation was awesome and relaxing.  WisCon was The Best, again.  I will be returning next year, barring financial ruin.

Ooh, also, I read some really good YA books!  I will list them here, in case I am too lazy/overworked to come back and review them properly: Cinder by Marissa Meyer, Team Human by Justine Larabalestier and Sarah Rees Brennan, The Five Flavors of Dumb by Anthony John, and a re-read-but-still-awesome, Highway to Hell, By Rosemary Clement-Moore.

anthimeria: Open book, says "sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe" (Books)
I've been having computer troubles.  It's one of the reasons I haven't been posting much the last few months.  I finally got everything off my laptop and backed up on a friend's machine, and I've been using the work laptop for writing, and then I had this afternoon free and decided to devote it to tech support, because you know with a major problem you're going to spend hours on the phone.  I booted up the laptop so I could give an accurate report of the symptoms, see if there was a bug number or self-diagnostic that would work, and . . .

. . . it booted up fine.  Except for everything being five months out of date, everything's running like clockwork.


It was still doing the "freezing ten seconds after start up" thing a month ago, when I wrestled with it for hours to get everything copied one 4GB memory key at a time and saved elsewhere.  I haven't touched it since.  It hasn't even been turned on.  And suddenly . . . everything works fine?

I just wish I had an explanation so I could keep it from happening again.

Also, it has a bigger keyboard than my work laptop.  Readjusting to typing on this computer is going to be weird.
anthimeria: Stars in space (Starscape)
Though I will definitely save the good news for last.  I like ending on high notes.

Stress=my RL job is still with the crazy.  I got promoted a while ago, in the midst of my department being very shorthanded, and thus got off to a rocky start.  Since I'm sort of built to begin as I mean to go on, things have continued to be rocky, even though objectively they have improved.  I've been reading a lot of fanfic and sleeping a lot and not much else.  Which is depressing in and of itself, which leads to more . . . you get the idea.

Not much writing has gotten done.  I was hoping my new process--writing Horizons in a very different way than I usually write novels--would help.  Because writing always helps!  This is a truth of my existence.  (And might explain this blog.)  However, mostly what my attempt at a new process has shone me is that it doesn't work.  I've been "working" on Horizons for about two months, and have written less than 10k words.  I'm pretty sure I wrote two or three times that when I started The Novel, Skywatch, and even Sanctuary.  I might be annoyed with my current involved, long editing process, but I'll never get to the editing process if I never finish writing the first draft!

Thus, I am devoting the month of May (and what little remains of April) to short story writing.  I'm working on possible submissions for two themed anthologies, one due May 10th and the other June 1st.  I also volunteered to write a short-story-to-order for my work's charity auction, so we'll see what happens with that.

And then--the good news!--I am going to WisCon again!!!  WisCon is Memorial Day weekend (May 25-28 for non-States folks), and should cap off my month of crazy writing with a bang.

Then . . . well, we'll see.  I need to buckle down and finish putting together submission packets for Skywatch so I can send it out to agents (I've been doing this since January, on and off), I need to sit down with Horizons and beat an outline into shape so I can give it another try, and I need to start getting more serious about Moxie.  I may have spent more hours lately doing research and worldbuilding for Moxie than I have writing Horizons, so that should tell me something.
anthimeria: Astro City superheroine Flying Fox (Flying Fox)

There will be a few spoilers for the Hunger Games movie and The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes.


A con, a movie, and a cartoon below the cut.



Read more... )
anthimeria: Comic book panels (Sequential Art)

I've been watching BBC's Sherlock. It has flaws (*cough* The Blind Banker *cough* A Scandal in Belgravia *cough*), but with the callbacks to the ACD stories, Sherlock's probable nonneurotypicality, the way they handle Sherlock's complete disinterest in romance (and the commentary on the Watson/Holmes romantic pairing--"People might talk." "People do little else."), I've been enjoying it.


Which is why I was DEEPLY DUBIOUS when I heard about the new CBS proposed pilot, a modern American update called "Elementary."


Last week, a few friends and I (let's call them R, M and S) were talking about Elementary and speculating on what an American television production would do to Sherlock Holmes, especially since they have to avoid being too much like Sherlock.


Then today we had the following e-mail conversation:


Warning for heavy use of sarcasm. And no editing.


Very heavy use of sarcasm. )