truth in advertising

i know it said it was a country-and-western karaoke bar, okay? but all those broadway show tunes (sorry -- a gay country-and-western karaoke bar) weren't country, either, after all. so i don't think it's unreasonable to expect, when the list says "piece of my heart - janis joplin", that it's janis's version of the song you're going to get when they put the microphone in your hand. or, failing that, that you'll be told more than two seconds before the thing begins that it's not janis's version you're about to get. (that was the first i'd ever heard that there was another version.)

as you can tell, i'm still a little unbalanced by this. :-)

serenity now ...

tonight's mantra: i will not post HP without a green light from a genuine British person.

repeat until urge to do so goes away.

this is not, as you might expect, a reaction to reading too much (or indeed any) HP-fic-with-dialect-issues. except inasmuch as being aware that the problem exists, i refuse to risk compounding it ... so my own HP stuff strains at its leash until such time as i get the notice that i'm good to go.

i will not post HP without a green light from a genuine British person ...

more serenity (or, also ...)

also, having sent things for beta attention, i will not post without hearing back from the beta (either with a markup or with a "go on without me"). should have mentioned that before; that's as much what's keeping me back as the british-ness factor.