Comments on: Who Dares Wins

By: rgr4t

rgr4t — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:08:25 +0000

munchie…

classic scorched earth…

By: Not Janice

Not Janice — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 03:15:58 +0000

The Chill? probably exposure to those Really Old Unwashed Socks.

As for the title: I think the word “way” is too soft, too blah. As far as the reader scoping out the book in the bookstore, I’d say not to opt for a title that sounds like it’s Only for military. I agree with ‘Path to success’ or with “Not Bob” about “WDW: Special Operations Tactics for Personal Success” or “WDW: Green Beret Tactics for Personal Success.”

“WDW: Special Operations Tactics for Success” sounds more military, like it’s targeted to the military, although I actually liked that title the best at first. So “… Path to success” might be too ambiguous, too–for the scanning reader in that bookstore.

But then there’s that “Personal Success” phrase, which does have those connotations of the “corporate.” Of the lurker’s “Not Bob”s list, I liked all but No. 3.

I liked the dark miasma that tasted of censorship, too. But not as a title.

By: NOT BCB, who has become a lurker

NOT BCB, who has become a lurker — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:27:56 +0000

There might also have been some Really Old Unwashed Socks.

But it was dark. Did I mention it was dark? And I still feel the chill.

By: Merry

Merry — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:13:38 +0000

Geez, your children never let you watch the Princess Bride either? So many deprived parents out there.

Rodents Of Unusual Size

By: GatorPerson

GatorPerson — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:06:59 +0000

Right! Our Used Snapdragons.
Really! Only Utter Symplicity.
Roughly Of Unused Sensitivity.
Rightous Olives Under Snow.
I have no idea what a R.O.U.S. is. Maybe what a Green Beret wears under his… Never mind.

By: Merry

Merry — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:51:27 +0000

They look more like prunes to me. I’d swear there are R.O.U.S.’s down there.

By: LtL

LtL — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:55:48 +0000

They were supposed to be raisins.

By: LtL

LtL — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:54:24 +0000

Hi, NOT BCB. Here’s a laprug and a mug of glog. Mind the raisins.

By: NOT BCB, who has become a lurker

NOT BCB, who has become a lurker — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 15:02:23 +0000

Wow, Merry was right, this moderation limbo is not a fun place. It’s cold and dark in here and smells musty like no one ever sweeps up. Wish I’d thought to bring a sweater. The air feels heavy, like years of accumulated loneliness and despair, as if there is a dark miasma looming over me that, if I took too deep a breath, would taste almost like the sharp bitter taint of censorship. Nasty place.

I wonder how long I’ll have to stay in here. This is the problem with being a lurker, no one notices when you go missing and you wind up huddled in a dank place where no one can find you even if they knew to look, clinging to fragile threads of sanity and hope. Where are those HRT guys when you need them? Hard to tell in the dark, but I don’t think the lock on that door is all that strong. One hard manly kick ought to do it. Or a key. Maybe someone will send an A-team. Probably only need one guy, not an entire tea– What was that? I think someone’s coming.

“Oh, hi, Bob! Done teaching, are you? Was it a good workshop?” Geez, that flashlight is bright. Is he scowling? Hard to tell. I think one eye just twitched. That can’t be good. “What? Me? Oh, I’m not doing anything. Just sitting here, shivering, minding my own business. You know how some people are, though. You leave them alone in the dark too long, they start to make stuff up. Not that I wou– um, never mind. Hey, thanks for letting me out.”

By: LtL

LtL — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 04:49:00 +0000

Bob–do you honestly believe that T. Jefferson quote about never regretting that which we have NOT said? Because I disagree with it.

Of course, it could just be the Bob version of “terms of use.”

Just wondering.

And, yeah. Go with the original title. S&S is not a non-profit org; if they like the title, it should do well.