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Half Baked and Why You Should Buy It « already clouds — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 01:07:47 +0000

[...] leagues above the “online journal” of casual friends. Alexa was writing well and making me laugh out loud with every post. For every poop joke someone else blogged, Alexa had a smart, witty, irreverent [...]

By: Jesse

Jesse — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:46:14 +0000

I know this is 2 years late, but … have you ever read Dylan Thomas’ “A Child’s Christmas in Wales?” It’s lovely, and your fireman story reminded me of this scene:

“And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim’s Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, ‘Would you like anything to read?’ “

By: Amie

Amie — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 22:55:30 +0000

It has been over a week, are you ok?

By: Mel

Mel — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:44:34 +0000

Oooh, just read about the plagiarizing thing this morning. I’m glad it worked out and the material was removed. But STILL. It’s not okay and she knew before she did it that it’s not okay. Borrowing words without giving credit? I think that’s pretty well-drilled into our heads in middle school. Burning CDs from the library, maybe not so much so. But stealing words? I think my teachers covered that pretty well. Love how someone said something–stick some quote marks around it and give them credit. Maybe she just really wanted your life right now? Got to say, as I read about the wedding, I was jealousy thinking, “I want another!” Maybe not the stress of planning it, but the actual day and the big dress? Bring it on.

By: Erin

Erin — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 20:07:55 +0000

I felt really reluctant to call 911 when I walked into my house (well, my parents’ house) after a day working at a day camp and smelled gas. Instead, I walked into the kitchen and turned on the fan. Then I turned off the stove where, from what we can figure, the cat had stepped just enough to get the gas going but not enough to ignite it. Then I went upstairs to take a shower. When my parents got home and I told them what had happened, they were pretty ticked–apparently, there could have been a spark from the fan that ignited the whole house. Blah, blah, blah. I needed a shower.

Glad that the plagiarizer (is that even a word?) is no more. And I know you didn’t want him to, but I’m proud of Scott. Good for him!

By: Jesse Madden

Jesse Madden — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 03:45:29 +0000

I know exactly what you mean about being reluctant to call 911. My house was broken into last year – a simple smashing of the window, reaching in and grabbing my purse off the kitchen table sorta deal – the guy was never in the house and took off two seconds after he broke the window. We heard the crash and went downstairs to investigate – me stupidly saying the whole time “It was probably the stupid F*(&)(* cat knocking something over”. We saw the broken window and quickly figured out what had happened and then there was this “Ok, now what?” moment. We knew we should call the police, but 911? It wasn’t an EMERGENCY, really…although it was certainly a crime…Would they be mad that we called 911 instead of the police station? What were the rules for these things? I finally dialed 911 and when the operator said “What’s your emergency?” I immediately apologized and began babbling about how it wasn’t an “emergency” really, but someone had broken in and if it wasn’t too much trouble if maybe they could like send a cop car over…if he wasn’t busy…and was in the area sort of deal…please??
Love your blog, as always :)

By: Florrie

Florrie — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 14:24:06 +0000

I’ve never commented before, but I just adore your blog. I just wanted to tell you that you’re a supremely talented storyteller. That was hilarious. And I can relate to feeling reluctant to call 911. I was walking my dog one morning and caught a guy trying to break into a neighbor’s car. I did run home and call 911, but I felt so WEIRD about it, like I was making a prank call or something.

By: Flicka

Flicka — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 14:19:03 +0000

Scott is sweet. That’s exactly what a new husband ought to do. And you, my friend, have class coming out your wazoo. I confess, I’m dying to know who the plagiarist is but I really, really respect you for not telling us. Well done.

I’m really glad she apologized and changed the names. However, I think a better step would be taking down that entire portion of her blog and writing her actual own experiences, not just taking down portions.

Your fire story experience? Wow. I just…wow. We are so opposite. I’d have gone down there to check, called 911, and been standing outside the house to flag them down. Nothing scares me more than a house fire. Plus, I am ultra-calm in emergencies. But afterwards…I’d totally need that mohito. I fall apart when it’s over.

By: Kath

Kath — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 10:15:33 +0000

Dear Alexa, well done on the plagiarist. That would have annoyed me no end too, but your response was perfect — it got an apology and an end to the offending behavior. And Scott’s response was very sweet.

Your point about the dolphins made a lot of sense, in addition to making me laugh.

And the fire story — that could have been me at 18, too. Very funny!

By: Nearlydawn

Nearlydawn — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 02:18:00 +0000

Oh Man. Remind me to never let you house-sit for me – K? LOL

I love it that hubby took some action. Prince Charming, huh? Also, I’m very glad said blogger had the common sense to remove the posts after his comment!

In your fire story I kept thinking you were going to do something – like actually overreact. I am so amazed you never called. That is so wild. Don’t EVER do that again though – k?