Bouvre

Finished it. Missed one question. Skipped through what I was able to skip. Figured it wasn't too hard just to memorize or use common sense. Turns out I was right. Who wants a martini?

Yikes. Still a three hour course?

Five years seems quite a time.

Korea was lit. The work environment was rough though.

Don't ask questions. Hand over your documents, tovarish.

I'm not legally certified for that.

Nope.

I'll start with the neglected Rolling Rock because I don't want straight cinnamon whiskey. Too sweet at this juncture.

lol bones.

Lord, I am trying, but this whole thing is very...trying!

It's dull enough and long enough (3 hours minimum) to drive me to drink past module 3.

An extra hour? I've already been here for years.

I definitely married somebody I wanted to marry, though "priority housing" was one of the main reasons why I asked him, very unceremoniously to marry me while we sat half-naked watching Netflix.

I pretty much always start with a very basic five-movement structure, and my process is very linear. Not because it's the most freeing method, but because writing from start to finish keeps my attention on loose ends and missing factors. It also allows me to sense which parts need more, which parts can be cut, and what the general rhythm of the piece is.

Not sure if this goes here but one of my stories submitted to Washington Square Review got a personal rejection, which -- for a publication run by NYU's MFA -- feels pretty darned good. (For those who don't know, a personal rejection means they really liked it, but chose something else). It's been rejected like all year, but persistence persistence persistence.

I'm so down that I'm in pain!

My sign language is terrible, sorry.

I'd ruin their birthday every year.

Though lots of popular forensic science is tenuous at best, and worthless if you aren't in any database/have a record. Though I do agree it'll likely be bad.

Yeah, I did done do it didn't I?

Thanks!

Detective story about a missing lover whose name turns up no assets, whose place of employment has never heard of him, etc etc, with a humorous postmodern twist. Dashiell Hammett meets The Big Lebowski, in a way.