The roads were dry, the sidewalks clean, the lawns showing brown. Then we got a big dump of snow the other day, and more today.
Curses.
At least I have a Mexico-themed party to go to tonight.
So I got myself an early start.
Part-time prevaricator
So I got this email just now:
By the time you read this, your manuscripts will have already been rejected.
There’s no sense in asking me why or what you could have done differently, because I’ve already moved on to other stories.
It wasn’t you. It was me. I — Awww, who’m I kidding… it was partly you. You didn’t make me feel like you were really interested in making this relationship work. I didn’t feel any sparks between us. You didn’t make me laugh.
This story wasn’t a match made in heaven, but the next one may be. Submit again. If you don’t, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. And for the rest of your life.
Sincerely,
On the Brighter Side [the magazine I submitted to –Ed.]
PS: I’m keeping the ring.
I like when I get amusing rejection letters*. But nothing has yet topped being called “Ms. Johanneson” by the now-defunct scifi.com.
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* By which I mean, if I must be rejected, I prefer to be rejected by someone with a sense of humour. (Though I must say that constructive criticism trumps laughs.)
…or “What I had to do for a silver medal”.
I’m the one being thrown.
Enjoy!
The throws are, in order:
Uki-otoshi (“floating drop”)
Seoi-nage (“shoulder throw”)
Kata-guruma (“shoulder wheel”)*
Uki-goshi (“floating hip throw”)
Harai-goshi (“sweeping hip throw”)
Tsurikomi-goshi (“lifting-pulling hip throw”)
Okuri-ashi-harai (“sideways foot sweep”)
Sasae-tsurikomi-ashi (“blocking lifting-pulling foot throw”)
Uchi-mata (“inner thigh throw”)
Each one is performed right-handed and left-handed.
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* Which impresses everyone, but really isn’t that bad of a landing, if you know what you’re doing.
Tomorrow, sometime, I’ll be doing something very much like this:
at a tournament. (Except I only have to do the first nine throws.) Wish me luck!
“Margaret?”
“Yes, luv?”
“Next time you buy tissues, would you be so kind as to buy the kind with the lotion in ’em?”
“And why’s that then?”
“See, luv, when I get a cold, usin’ them regular tissues is kind of like usin’ sandpaper to blow my nose.”
“Oh Hubert, you exaggerate so.”
“I ask you, wife of mine, do I look like I’m exaggeratin’?”

“Oh my.”
IMG_0463.JPG discovered in Elliott les yeux grands fermés’s Flickr photostream.
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