tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post6772962389029145461..comments2023-06-13T00:56:08.694-07:00Comments on Dancing to Dirges: You have eighteen seconds. What do you do?Tim Akershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01749644135364065658noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-92168915401733187202008-05-24T10:31:00.000-07:002008-05-24T10:31:00.000-07:00Sounds like a plan. I'm excited for you, brother....Sounds like a plan. I'm excited for you, brother. You steely-eyed killer of pages.Splitcoilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07394144517434969622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-5016978245307588272008-05-23T07:41:00.000-07:002008-05-23T07:41:00.000-07:00I think any actual cutting will happen in the midd...I think any actual cutting will happen in the middle of the book. That may end up pruning the end bit here, but for now I just want to get it finished. I'll figure out what's superfluous later on.Tim Akershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01749644135364065658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-41378519715162858592008-05-22T21:56:00.000-07:002008-05-22T21:56:00.000-07:00Cut cut cut. Keep it bare. Keep it direct.But wh...Cut cut cut. Keep it bare. Keep it direct.<BR/><BR/>But what the crap do I know?Splitcoilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07394144517434969622noreply@blogger.com