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    You are standing at the singles mixer, having just heard the man/woman (whichever you fancy) announce that his/her two hobbies are wizards and underpants.

    Gay Panda would flee. Should the person be hot, I would spend the rest of the mixer surreptitiously appreciating the hot insanity over my iPhone and thinking what a shame.

    Pineneedles wavers between fleeing to curiosity as to how these hobbies work.

    Bloodorchid would engage with questions.

    Debdoub would try not to throw up on this person’s feet for saying the word ‘underpants’.

    Hockeyfan7 would be reminded of a BFF’s comment that her weirdo sign was flashing.

    I think that most of us are curious for more information, even if not all of us are brave enough to query this person in order to receive it. I would worry that showing interest in his/her hobbies would be misconstrued as showing interest of a romantic nature in his/her person. Which I would not have, or the little that I did have due to the hotness would be severely mitigated by the lack of social skills.

    And so, I nominate bloodorchid as our goodwill ambassador, to go forth and collect as much as possible from the mind of this person. We thank you for your service, bloodorchid, and ask that you wear a wire so that the rest of us can listen in on your conversation and giggle along the wall.
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    • AFTER THE DEBAUCHERY: DAY THREE

      Monday weight: 188.0

      Still 0.8 above where I was on Friday, and 1.6 above the lowest of 186.4, but at least it went down. Of course, yesterday's food intake was a bit sparse with the hospital visit. I love that the lunch menu for the diabetic heart-diseased patients includes a BAS. Not a Big Ass Salad, but a Big Ass Slice of cake. My family member just stared at it and then said firmly, "Well, if they're going to give it to me, THEN I'M GOING TO EAT IT!"
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      • Originally posted by Debdoub View Post
        Panda, Panda, Panda, I'll buy an e-book from you, if it's ANYTHING like your journal! I love sci fi/fantasy and figure you have what it takes!! You don't need a publisher. Just please don't use the word "underpants" in it as it makes me weird out.

        I had a friend that self-published a book. It was based on how the shoes you own over the course of your life change as your life changes. Great idea but it was semi-autobiographical, characters based on family and friends; only you hoped it was fiction because she'd never mentioned before that her dad had abused her. And her brother died of a drug overdose, although he was alive and well. How would you like to see that?? Anyway, both of my daughters showed up in it, using their real names* and personality quirks. Weird, weird, weird.
        I am shocked that your daughters' information was in there so baldly!!! I hope that their portrayals were flattering, and YIKES!

        I know absolutely zero about e-books, so today is going to have to be a day of Panda Education. I am afraid that the word 'underpants' does indeed appear in the five books of my series, but very rarely. Actually, I don't think it appears at all in Books 3 or 4.

        UPDATE: I just searched the word through all five books. It appears only in 1 and 5. If they are ever published in any capacity, I will warn you which pages to skip.
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        • Yes! Self-publish your books electronically. I would buy them all for my Nook (and not download via bittorrent, like I sometimes do. Shhh, don't tell!). I may not chime in very often, but I am always happy when I see FABULOUS in the list of new posts in the forum.

          P.S. I was on vacation for 5 days and while I managed to avoid the evil wheat, I had lots and lots of sugar and potatoes. Oh my. I will not do that again for awhile. I did a lot of walking during that time, which I think is the only way I managed to not gain weight, but I didn't feel altogether great, and I slept horribly. Now I, too, have to deal with the cravings that have been unleashed. Boo for sugar
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          • Originally posted by Gay Panda View Post
            And so, I nominate bloodorchid as our goodwill ambassador, to go forth and collect as much as possible from the mind of this person. We thank you for your service, bloodorchid, and ask that you wear a wire so that the rest of us can listen in on your conversation and giggle along the wall.
            *salutes*
            beautiful
            yeah you are

            Baby if you time travel back far enough you can avoid that work because the dust won't be there. You're too pretty to be working that hard.
            lol

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            • I'll start desensitizing myself to the word underpants right now (no joke, slight feeling of anxiety over typing the word) so I can read every page of your books!

              I read like a fiend so I'd like to be able to order all five books at the same time, please. I also get anxious if I have to wait and see how things turn out.

              If I get anxious, I snack and make poor food choices (hon, do you mind if mom has two of your Golden Oreos?), both of which make me more anxious. Not to mention the whole chubby bit.

              And now it's time for some meaningless trivia - Debdoub in Arabic translates to something like bear cub but is slang for chubby. I got this nickname from my boyfriend in college, when I weighed 35 pounds less than this. It was totally a term of affection and a play on my name but I spent lots of time reassuring others that yes, I did know what it meant.

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              • I too would order ebooks. Also I think it's Lulu where you can have them print to order hardback books. I know Amazon has started working directly with some authors. There are a lot of self publishing options.

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                • Originally posted by Lilyheart View Post
                  I too would order ebooks. Also I think it's Lulu where you can have them print to order hardback books. I know Amazon has started working directly with some authors. There are a lot of self publishing options.
                  +1. Let me know where to Paypal or iBooks or whatever...

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                  • Panda-- have you looked into these guys.. Smashwords - About Smashwords

                    Seems the model is to offer the first book of a series either free or heavily discounted ($1 or two) and then charge more for subsequent books. In one case I found an author I liked (Harry Connolly and the 20 Palace Society books--graphic, but quite good if you are looking for a read) where I think the first book was .99, the second was $5.99 and the third was $11.99 or something like that. Each book even offered the first 100 or 200 pages free as a sample. It's a great way to see if you like the author's style before buying and I'm sure you would shine in this area.

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                    • PART ONE: I have defrosted pork butt in my fridge, and something must be done about it.

                      Sometimes my mind attaches itself to unfortunate imagery and associations, and this would be a prime example. As cubs, the Panda Siblings and I would let out joyous cries in the backseat whenever the family car drove past Butte Street. “Butt! Did you see that?” “It’s Butt Street!” “Hello, I live at 121 Butt Street.” “Oh, I’m right around the corner at 416 Diaper.” Then we would make loud fart sounds against our arms and giggle until we were told to stop. Of course, this just reduced it to whispers. “You live on Butt Street!” “No, YOU live on Butt Street!” “I do not!” “Yes, you do. You live on Butt Street, and every single room has a toilet. Even the kitchen.” “TAKE IT BACK! SHE SAID I LIVE ON BUTT STREET AND EVERY SINGLE ROOM HAS A TOILET! MOOOOOM!”

                      We spent a solid year sitting on a whoopee cushion and recording the sounds. Somewhere in a dump on this planet is our Fart Partners’ Complete Set of Whoopee Cushion Farts on tape. One does not merely sit upon a whoopee cushion. There are infinite techniques concerning angle, initial force, pressure, rotation, velocity, timing, nozzle vector, and muffle factor. First, there is the direct, straightforward, satisfying Plop: predictable, entertaining, and you sink to the floor at a good clip as it deflates. You stop recording to giggle and set up the circumstances for a Squeaker. After pressing record, you sit again, rocking up and down to make popping flatulence last over a long period of time.

                      There is the Ripper (at an angle), the Chorus (throwing your weight about for different tones), and the Grumbler (under a pillow). One can vary the sounds by selecting different materials for the underside of the whoopee cushion. Firm chairs are better than linoleum for a Blast. Linoleum is better than carpet for a Honker. Carpet is better than atop another pillow, which muffles it to a Whisper. And let us not forget Shock Force performed on hardwood, in which the whoopee cushion is sat upon with such enthusiasm that it blows out the sides.

                      When I hear pork butt, my mind travels to Butt Street and Fart Partners. This is so juvenile that I revel in the anonymity of the Internet, but one day you may know my name, and I brace myself. Yet this may work to my advantage. If we ever meet, I will be dressed in snazzy clothes, having agonized over my hair part and hoping that I don’t say anything stupid, and then I will remember that there can be no gravity to our meeting since you know about Young Gay Panda’s six-pack of fart tapes.
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                      • PART TWO: I no longer have to worry about trying to create an image of coolness. Just to hammer the last nail in the coffin, you should also know that as a cub, I stored bubble gum behind my ear like the girl named Violet in Willy Wonka. I thought she was brilliant. So I chewed a huge purple wad of gum to flavorlessness and stuck it behind my right ear. And I left it there until I wanted to chew it again. Which I did, and then put it back behind my ear. Then I forgot about it. It did not end well*. For those of you who persist in envisioning me on my half-shell, I have now fully killed the fantasy.

                        It is why I find Mistress Delilah, Queen of Farts so funny. I grew out of sitting on whoopee cushions and taping their sounds, and I don’t find fart fetishes remotely romantic. But other people do, and I could have sold those tapes for a tidy profit. Instead, I foolishly believed that no one would ever want to hear my fake farting, let alone pay for it. So I tossed them. I could have funded my own small publishing company with the proceeds! Hindsight, ducklings, it kills me.

                        It probably amazes you that the creative genius behind Fart Partners ever went to college, to write a long thesis with a lot of big words, and to translate multiple ancient languages into English. I was a professional musician for years and performed for applauding crowds night after night. I have worked in a laboratory; I edited a bilingual newspaper; I taught the Youth of America everything from their ABC’s to polynomials. And yet I am sitting here writing about farts because that is sadly where ‘pork butt’ sends my mind. Forgive me. I need to stop dithering on a recipe and unwrap the pork butt, or make Lady Friend unwrap it and prove that it is not, in fact, pale, damp, slightly hairy pig buttocks with a curly tail wedged between them.

                        Maybe it has swine flu.

                        All right then. Wilbur is going on a field trip to Normal Neighbor’s fridge. I’m done. This concludes the second episode of Cooking FABULOUSLY With Gay Panda. I didn’t even make it to the kitchen, but thank you for joining me today.
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                        • UPDATE: (in explanation of *)

                          How did it end, curious kitten? It ended with a giant glob of grayish gum entangled in my strawberry-blonde hair, which at the time had little strawberry. I remember standing before my bathroom mirror picking at it fruitlessly, awash with horror at how much trouble I would be in, and the gum getting more and more tangled into my hair. And then it struck me how to solve this problem!

                          I got the scissors.

                          And no more need be said.
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                          • AFTER THE DEBAUCHERY: DAY FOUR

                            Tuesday weight: 187.2

                            I am pleased to have returned to Friday's weight a little sooner than anticipated. Apparently, the solution to eating a carb-filled meal is to play miniature golf and Primal Skeeball for hours immediately afterwards. The cravings are still around, however, and I am eager for them to move along.
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                            • Ugh, I hate sugar cravings. It's like what (I imagine) nic fits are probably like, except no one cares because sugar today is like smoking was in the 60s, and no one gives a damn that you are trying to quit.
                              Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

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                              • Slow Cooker Kalua Pig | Nom Nom Paleo
                                Live. Grow. Flourish.

                                My Journal/story is at http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread38948.html

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