Working Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Yesterday I spent the day at the hospital waiting on doctors to tell me what they’re going to put in my chest to keep me from dying.  Fortunately, my kid was with me, so it wasn’t a completely annoying hurry up and wait experience.  Today, I’m finishing up Act Two and Three which I would have been finished with earlier this week if other traumas and the hospital day hadn’t sucked up my brain bandwidth.  The problem with making things isn’t making things, it’s getting all the stuff out of the way that’s keeping you from making things.

What did you get to make/do/whatever this week?

87 thoughts on “Working Wednesday, December 5, 2018

  1. Jenny, best wishes for good health or at least good news and less waiting!

    Cookie dough making continues apace. I started to get worried I was becoming a bit of a cookie miser. Husband asked if I could bake some of my stored dough for his Christmas party and my first reaction was, but it’s mine. 😕Get a grip, Jill. You can always bake more. So salted caramel pinwheels this morning and maybe a little sample of other things to bring to my co-teacher tomorrow. She’s going to South America for Christmas (Peru and Colombia) and I’m so excited for her.

  2. Jenny, I hope that your doctor’s will be able to help and that you’ll soon be feeling better.

    I agree about all the life obstacles to making things. I can say that I think making things is really the way to keep calm in the face of adversity. Everyone says meditating, and I’m all for that, but making something seeks to help me more.

    I finished my paper picture of a cockatoo.

        1. It’s a small imp holding tiny paddles, and if my heart stops, the imp yells “CLEAR” and shocks it back into working.

          I may have been reading too much Pratchett lately.

    1. My mother made one of those out of our wedding invitation 55 years ago, mounting the invitation on a block of wood with curlicues circling the frame. I still have it in a cabinet, of course the colors have faded but it made quite a memory.

    2. I think that making is a form a meditation. I can’t do the sitting kind, never could, but walking meditation worked better for me and I have to tell you, it is the exact same feeling as I get from sitting and drawing. Just another kind of awareness maybe? I now that doodling, coloring and needlework are all supposed to get you into the same calm headspace. Why not other creative actions?

  3. I spent the week preparing for my trip down south, being there, and now recovering. It was an enjoyable break, and I was feeling less stressed by the end – but have got wound up again now I’m back since there’s no news on the house: I was expecting probate to have happened by now. And I can’t seem to get any freelance work, so am fretting about money.

    Went to a National Trust house in Surrey dressed for a 1930s Christmas house party – it’s a Regency house that was altered in Edwardian times. I took a picture for everyone here who reads historical romance (

  4. I’m happy to say I finished the 12-week long crochet-along blanket. I chose my own colors, so it has a spring-like, even Eastery feel. I’m happy it’s done, I like how it looks – I just need to find someone who’d like to have it.

    Any other productivity has been cut short by other things, like finding a cat had pilfered the yarn stash. Then cleaning up the undigested remains of said pilfered yarn. Then taking cat to vet for xray and ultrasound to make sure nothing else was tangling up his insides. He’s feeling much better now, so no worries any more.

    I did happen to look at the calendar and had a moment of panic about getting things done. But I’ve settled myself down and will finish what I can and not worry to much about what I can’t. Hopefully this feeling lasts for the next several weeks!

  5. Sorry to hear about your fun and games at the hospital.

    I did a lot of beading, finishing several necklace projects. One was a kit which used some vintage cabochons. Since I always want matching earrings I spent some time trying to source two more, couldn’t find them anywhere, so was thinking about which other elements I might use as a basis for an earring design. Then I found the exact same cabochons, already as earrings, on Etsy. They arrived this morning and I am tickled.

    Oh, yes, and Jenny? Today is Dec 5th not 6th… Tomorrow my dad turns 85, and it’s also St Nicholas — in Germany the kids get a boot filled with candy. There is no tradition of Santa filling stockings on Christmas because he brings gifts during the evening of the 24th while the kids are awake. (Usually a neighbor or family member plays Santa.) so this is their stocking equivalent.

        1. I’m just so damn happy to be out of November. It’s always a bad month at work (deadlines) and this year it was busier than normal on the home front.

  6. Just a question to the pros: a long time ago, teachers told me that in English, you wait FOR things to happen while waiting ON means being a kind of servant. Were they wrong? Did the use change?

    1. It may be one of those usages that have become sloppy with time. I tried saying “The kids are waiting for Christmas” and “The kids are waiting on Christmas” and did not get a discomfort ping. It seemed to mean the same. BUT “the kids are waiting for Santa” and “The kids are waiting on Santa” mean different things and your teacher was right.

      1. The use of “waiting ON” instead of “waiting FOR” makes me nuts! I refuse to say waiting ON.

        1. Waiting ON always makes me think the person waiting is cranky – we’re waiting for her sounds friendly, we’re waiting ON her always sounds like the waiter is irritated.

  7. I made a tray of roasted vegetables, whatever was in the crisper. Summer squash, zucchini, little potatoes, onion, carrots, red peppers, tossed with olive oil and cooked at high heat. Last night I ate the last of it. Delish. And it was great to have dinner started for a few nights.

  8. I get lots of questions from German colleagues at work about such things and have learned so much about the subtleties of my mother tongue by having to analyze and think about stuff that I normally would just say automatically.

    What I can say about languages rules is that they generally hold about 85% of the time. That is to say, most of the time they work (“Pi mal Daum”), but there are times when they may not. (And the 15% of the time they don’t work causes 85% of the problems.)

    As @Jessie points out, there are instances where we would use “for” and “on” interchangeably in terms of anticipation of events. If I am in the hotel lobby with a bunch of colleagues who are planning to go to dinner and someone hasn’t shown up yet, I could use “waiting for Mary” (to get here) and “waiting on Mary” (to get here before we leave). I tend to use “on” when the event or thing that has not arrived yet is necessary for a subsequent event/development (“I am waiting on his response before I finish the article”) but that’s probably more a personal preference, and may not hold true for other native speakers.

    In fact, I would wager that most of the time, in this sort of context, native speakers would consider “waiting for” and “waiting on” as interchangeable.

    The only hard and fast rule is that “waiting for” absolutely positively NEVER means serving (basically the gist @Jessie’s “waiting for Santa” vs “waiting on Santa” except I would have used another example iisntead: because Santa is fictitious and thus the children never are physically in the presence of Santa to take his coat or offer him a drink, the children can never actually “serve” Santa…).


    1. This was a response to colognegrrl which somehow didn’t appear where I wanted it to.


    2. In college I worked part-time as a secretary to scientist who was fluent in many languages and was generally brilliant. But he never could quite grasp the difference between well and good. He would always say “the cookies taste well”. “The cookies taste good” seemed to him to be inherently a less refined way to complement someone. It did no good to explain to him that one phrase was how the cookies tasted and the other was the cookies having the ability to taste.

      1. Try, “‘Good” is an adjective that modifies a noun and ‘well’ is an adverb that modifies a verb, so since ‘cookies’ is a noun, it has to take ‘good.'”

        The one that always fries me is swapping out ‘few’ for ‘less.’ I see is all the time. ‘Few’ is for things that can be numbered–fewer french fries–and ‘less’ is for things that can’t–less jam. Makes me CRAZY.

        1. Your “few” for “less,” if I could I’d click a thousand hearts. I fear “anxious” for “eager” is a battle lost.

      2. You didn’t mention what the mother tongue fluency of this person was (it makes a difference), but I see this with German speakers as well.

        The 85% rule for English is “you can turn an adjective into an adverb by adding “-ly” to the adjective — “badly”, “quickly”, “quietly”, etc.

        But, “good” and “well” fall into the problematic 15% that doesn’t follow the rule. To complicate it further, you can use “well” as an adjective (with, of course, the meaning “not sick”).

        Now, in many languages (German is one) the same word can be used as both adjective and adverb, with only difference being that the former can be inflected (case, gender, number) and the latter not.

        So, if your mother tongue has the paradigm that the same word can be used as both an adjective and an adverb, but then you are confronted with a situation like “good” and “well” (i.e., they are “irregular” because the rule doesn’t work) you will tend to fixate on one of the forms and use that for both situations. (Interestingly enough, they almost never try “goodly”…)

        This way of dealing with irregularity also explains why quite a number of native English speakers have issues with simple past and past perfect forms of irregular verbs — they have the internal paradigm “one form for both”, i.e., “I played”, “I have played”. When confronted with, say, “see,” “saw”, “seen” they will pick one past form and use it in both tenses, so you get either “I seen”, “I have seen” or “I saw” / “I have saw”…

        Okay. Lecture over.

      3. I’m not really up on the English terminology for this, but I tried to look it up. “taste” here is the kind of verb called a copula. You could replace it with a form of “to be”, which is the copula most used in English, apparently. “good” is a predicative adjective in the sentence “The cookies taste good”. You can have the same structure with a predicative noun: “I am a woman”, for example. The predicative bit says something about the subject.
        This is a different kind of sentence structure than the subject-verb-object sentence like “I have a book.”
        There are of course more cutting-edge ways of looking at syntax and grammar, but I am more at home with traditional grammar.

    3. I have no real knowledge here, but maybe waiting on has two different meanings?
      to wait on someone (e.g. a waiter/waitress in a restaurant)
      and in some dialects, as an synonym for ‘waiting for’. Many of my Irish family members would say ‘waiting on’. e.g. ‘waiting on the sun coming out’ (It’s Ireland, they might wait a while ha ha ha).

      1. I almost feel like you could make waiting on work in the same sense. As in, the waiter is waiting on the customer to make the decision for whatever. You are waiting on the sun to do its thing. You don’t have control over either, you are simply subject to its whim. You are waiting on something else as the impetus.

        Now, this one has ALWAYS bothered me, even though I understand the rule, because I don’t get why. It’s = It is. If you can’t break it apart, then no apostrophe (because I don’t know another way to define its). Mother’s = belonging to mother. WHY can we not have it’s where whatever’s being discussed belongs to the “it”. From above, you are subject to its whim. It’s the whim of the it, but I’ve always been told no apostrophe. If it were a different noun, it’d be an apostrophe. Boy’s whims, for example. Anyone know why???

        1. This one actually is relatively easy: “it” is a PRONOUN, not a noun. The rule for nouns is “apostrophe + s”, hence “mother’s”, “Kathy’s”, etc. but with pronouns, no apostrophe: his, her, our, their, your, its, my (a remnant of English’s Germanic roots).

          There are two reasons why people get confused with “its”. The first is because that is the only pronoun whose form (base) doesn’t change in the possessive usages: she/her, he/his, we/our, they/their, I/my but it/its … (this is important to recognize because we don’t have issues with other forms such as “yours”, “ours”, “theirs” or “hers”).

          The second reason for confusion is because “it” appears to follow the noun rule of “apostrophe + s”…

          So here we are back at the infamous 85% rule again — the 15% which vary cause is 85% of the problems.

          (Also: it doesn’t help that “it’s” is a contraction that we see all the time —while typing this post, my autocorrect kept trying to change “its” to “it’s” the whole time…😡 )

          There will be a quiz at the end of this thread… 😆

        2. Because “it” is not a noun, it’s a pronoun. And possessive pronouns do not take apostrophes.

          His, hers, ours, theirs, yours, its.

          Contractions,however, need apostrophes to show where letters have been dropped out:

          cannot/can’t, should not/shouldn’t, it is/it’s

          And reading on up the dashboard, I see GCB got here ahead of me. Go, GCB!

        1. Thanks for dealing with it while it has nothing to do with our Wednesday topic. I finally did what I should have done in the first place: consult Merriam-Webster. Here’s what they have to say:

          wait on or less commonly wait upon

          1a : to attend as a servant

          1b : to supply the wants of : serve

          2 : to make a formal call on

          3 : to wait for

          Obviously, it’s a question of context whether “I’ll wait on that table over there” is said by a customer or a restaurant employee ;o)

    4. I have a sense that in the US, “for” and “on” as you’ve described are used interchangeably — with “for” used almost always — whereas in UK English, the distinction would be natural. FWIW.

      1. Ditto this. Though I was interested to read the note re the Irish useage above. “Waiting on” sounds slang-y to me when used in place of “waiting for”.

  9. “Stuff that keeps you from making things” like a splash over from a broken bottle of olive oil on the kitchen counter that turned into washing down all the kitchen cabinets, that “stuff”. After that I made a batch of cranberry, walnut and butterscotch brownie bars, hopefully some will make it into the freezer for family.

    So Jenny are going to have a pacemaker you didn’t say?

    1. Nope, don’t need a pacemaker. I need a defibrillator so that when my heart stops working, it’ll shock it back to beating.

      1. My ICD has a pacemaker function, which I didn’t use for 13 years. I’m using it now. The only time I was ever defibrillimaitated was an error in the settings. I was shocked! Shocked to discover gamb… er, caffeine in my coffee!

  10. I finished the table topper made out of a friend’s grandmother’s tablecloths — the one where I lost the main pieces for a couple of weeks and then found them unexpectedly! It’s here:

    And I finished the last of the quiltlets from the Great Scrap Basket Clean-out, so now I’ve started the Great Christmas Stash Clean-out. I’ve already pieced two lap quilts (left-overs from a panel I bought to make pillows for a Norman Rockwell fan) and a couple cat quilts and started a larger lap quilt for a friend’s daughter as a housewarming present (first Christmas in her new home). Photos of those next week.

    My goal is to use up all the odd bits and pieces, along with the fabrics that don’t really appeal to me personally (like the Norman Rockwell panels and the unusual shades of green in the housewarming present that clash with standard Christmas colors, and yet are very pretty and clearly intended for Christmas quilts), so that all of my Christmas fabric will fit in a single bin. At present, the red and green fabrics fill the bin, and I’ve got a separate collection of blue/silver fabrics. I want them all to live in harmony in a single bin.

    And as I was working on the clean-outs, it dawned on me that it’s a lot faster to clean out a fabric stash than a yarn stash. I can use up sizeable amounts of fabric in an hour or two, far more than even my fastest knitting could use up yarn!

  11. Hope your trauma and seething are in the rearview, Jenny, with nothing but good times ahead.

    I wrote a whole bunch of social media posts about fire suppression. Tonight will write more on Next Book, suppressing my inner editor.

  12. Jenny here’s hoping that the doctors and tests are able to come up with some treatment options.

    This week I helped my musician friend, by figuring out the chords for a couple of her compositions. She is trying to get her work ready for copyright protection. She writes melody and lyric, but for some reason she sometimes has trouble with chords. (I don’t find her chords easy either, as she favors some unusual melodies with lots of accidental notes). I am amazed what it takes to get her compositions protected and published — not just writing the music, but also learning a complex music computer program required by the publisher.

    I started a Watercolor 101 class. There is a gap between the instructor’s goals and mine (my goal is to play with color and have fun like a little kid; her goal is to teach basic fundamentals required of professional level artists in a careful and organized method). Good thing it’s a community education class at the college, and there aren’t any grades! I like my messy free-hand colorful paintings MUCH more than the monotone value studies and carefully color shaded sphere that we have painted in class. When I have to do the controlled value study paintings in class, I don’t like my results and try to re-do it; painting over the imperfections only makes them worse.

  13. I took Kai for a walk in the neighborhood and practiced helping him deal with the unexpected (a 3/4 life size statue of a man and a burro, which I have to admit gave me a start the first time I saw it, too, and a dog with an underground fence and a security guard complex). I had watched a couple of videos on YouTube (the book someone here suggested is supposed to arrive today) and the techniques recommended seemed to work, so that was good.

    And now I’m going to go work on the 2019 budget for my RWA chapter.

    1. The electronic fence can make a lot of dogs more dog aggressive at the fence.

      Think of it this way – they run up to the fence to bark and they get zapped.

      OMG! It must be the other dog’s fault.

      I try and keep my dogs away from them so as not to rile the dogs inside them.

      1. Sounds like Pratchett dragons. Don’t show them mirrors.

        A tiny dog visited us — and barked ferociously at two 18-inch bronze statues of Greek goddesses.

  14. You know, I think it’s my brain that gets in the way of me making stuff most of the time. I’ve been writing pretty consistently this last week or two, but I’m behind on the craft fair things and Christmas presents. If I would finish cleaning up one project before going on to the next it would be much easier, but I just shove things aside until I have such a jumbled mess that it’s impossible to create anything.

    The craft fair is this weekend so I can soon put all that stuff away.

    So I move to the kitchen and make a mess there instead.

    I think I need a minder. Someone to remind me that if I cleaned things up I could be more productive.

  15. Back in ’04, they stuck in an ICD – Internal Cardio-Defibrillator – which had a pacemaker function. They set it initially too low, or too sensitive, and the Borg Implant lit my world one night… five times. Just like on TV, where they put the paddles on some poor fool and his whole body jerks after they yell, “Clear!” Only from the inside. Later that night, a technician made a minor adjustment…

    My hospital visit October ’17, they decided the second function – pacemaker – was set too low, so they ramped it up from 40 to 60 beats per minute. I can’t tell that it’s working, except I’m breathing and working and avoiding sodium, so there’s that.

    Whatever they do for you, I hope it adds thirty years to your life. At least.

  16. I’ve been busy making waves in my family.

    One of my cousins posted an awful rant by some creep called Vic DiBitetto on the banning of Baby It’s Cold Outside on his FB.

    So I went to read the lyrics of what I had thought was a lighthearted romantic song, and they’re proper dodgy. She queries what’s in the drink he poured, she says no, she has to go, and he keeps pushing and pushing. And maybe it is romantic and the character in the song is reading the signals right, and maybe he’s a creep because she’s just too polite or too trapped to stand up and walk out.

    So it’s not the song that really upset me, it’s this awful, spittle-flecked rant from a straight white guy who can’t handle the changing social order. Right is wrong and wrong is right he spews. And I was so upset by this, and by a family member validating it, that I commented. I didn’t go so far as to suggest that liking the post makes you as much of a creep as the guy in the post, and that the guy in the vid is the kind of guy any intelligent woman would detour around in a bar, but oh, I wanted to.

    This cousin is a generally likeable guy, but they just don’t think. I’m so angry.

    1. I think to understand that song, you have to have been around in the fifties and sixties. He’s not trying to roofie her, and that whole he’s-pursuing-her-and-she’s-saying-no-and asking-for-another-drink is part of that him-chasing-her-until-she-catches-him thing that was so popular back then. Now, people think it’s harassment except if you look at the text, she’s flirting with him, so maybe not. Anyway, judging that song by today’s standards makes no sense, it was written seventy-four years ago. There was a lot of stuff back then that people thought was okay–a lot of women got slapped in those movies, Nick even slugged Nora in The Thin Man, and Cary Grant shoved Katherine Hepburn to the floor in Philadelphia Story–so if the standard is that we judge old movies and songs by modern standards, we’re going to lose a lot of classics. However, saying it’s too easy to interpret it as harassment by today’s standards is not the same as saying it’s emasculating men and trying to take all the fun out of harassing women, so yeah, I have no sympathy for that, either.

      I think Lady Gaga and Joseph Gordon Levitt did a version where she took the aggressor part and he sang “I really can’t stay.” It’s weird, which just shows you how much our assumptions about male and female roles in flirting have not changed.

      1. This is my favorite performance of BICO. (Hope I’m doing this link right – I always have to go find an HTML cheat sheet!)

        1. I watched the Ricardo Montalban and Esther Williams version of Baby It’s Cold Outside on you tube. After the song ends it changes to Bett Garret and Red Skelton version with Betty chasing Red.

          I like you take on the subject, Jenny.

          Also hope the drs come up with the best solution for you and many more years.

      2. Speaking as one of those entitled white males who watched the movie the song came from, I would be perfectly happy to confine the music to the movie, so it’s only seen and heard in its original context, and never again play it as Christmas Music a dozen times per night.

      3. That’s my take. If you grew up in the 1960s, you know she wants to stay and she really really wants a good excuse to give her family.

        It’s really funny in the movie that introduced it with Ricardo Montalban singing it to Esther Williams (I believe they were married) because after he sings it to her, Betty Garrett sings it to Red Skeleton (and I believe the movie is set in Florida.)

    2. I’m sorry Allanah. Right-wing fake outrage propaganda is so exhausting, especially when the brain rot manifests close to home.

      Only three more weeks in the ‘Fake War On Christmas’ season to go!

  17. I am making Christmas stockings to finish off the decorations at work. I went to the local thrift store and bought the largest pair of jeans I could find and managed to get all 7 10inch stockings out of it. All denim but each a little different due to seams and coloration. Hopefully pictures next week.

  18. No working Wednesday for me. I did some admin at work. Then went out for the work end-of-year party. I left early-ish and it was good.

  19. Glad to hear it’s preventative, Jenny.

    I’m still chilling post-NaNoWriMo’s 50K, and I don’t have an ER shift until Friday, so I’m getting mail out, putting in 10,000 steps, and wimpily trying to clean up our house, which is an epic task!

    Luckily, I’m listening to SJ Rozan’s China Trade. I love how she can establish NYC and character in the first few sentences.

  20. Jenny, I sure hope you’re 100% again real soon. Do you remember that wonderful book, The Artist Way by Julia Cameron? Chapter 5 always stymies me. It’s the chapter where you’re not allowed to do anything until you get every chore off the list that prevents your getting to creative work. Reading all you had to do to get what you wanted to do reminded me. Yup. Chapter 5.

  21. Glad it’s a “just in case” thing. I had doctors playing in my check back in 2010 and it took a while to recover. On the plus side, my heart valve will outlast my great-grandchildren, if I ever have any.
    I went to yoga, grocery shopped, plotted a chapter, and dealt with bank stuff for a re-fi. Now I need to review a picture book and edit another chapter. Plus I just received a script for a voiceover commercial and I am thinking up voices. Life is good.

  22. Weird thing: I was paying a bill online and a period after your middle initial is no longer acceptable as part of your name. Is this happening everywhere?
    I am curious because both my author names have a period after the middle initial. Do I need to get rid of it?

    1. This may be a limitation of the payment form: probably no special characters are allowed. That’s to prevent the injection of malicious code into the payment database.

    2. I’ve stumbled over this searching on Kindle for K. J. Charles. She sometimes seems to have full stops, and sometimes not. So I guess in future initials are perhaps best avoided in author’s names (you don’t want anything getting in the way of a potential reader finding your work). Not suggesting, though, that you change an established name. K. J. Charles, for example, is obviously using initials to play down her gender, since she’s writing m/m romance.

  23. I’ve been making jewelry to put in the shop I run and on my Etsy shop, but as usual, I forgot to take pictures with my tablet or phone to put on Instagram, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

    Oy, December.

  24. Dear Jennifer Crusie, so happy to hear you shared hospital wait time with your “kid.” Please know all Arghers have your back too. If we could, we’d be there with you too.

    Made my yoga practice, did first session with the guy who will gut and make new the kitchen and bathroom, shared Coffee Wednesday with the usual roundup of friends. At the thrift stores, collected a bunch of white ornaments for decorating the California Garden magazine tree tomorrow in Balboa Park. Our tree is joined by about twenty others decorated by community groups, San Diego Floral’s gift to the community. Free (except for gingerbread and protea).

  25. Yes, get that imp, Jenny. We all want you alive and kicking for at least 68 more years.

    While everyone else is creative and decorates their houses with christmas things and glitter and whatnots, all I wanna do is bite peoples’ heads off and then go hibernate until next century or something. Both family and friends are driving me nuts lately with the way they behave, either shrouding themselves in self-pity from hell or patronizing, offending or laughing me out when I’m doing my best to help with various things. I’m so. damn. tired of EVERYBODY and am afraid that someone will get the bucketload of annoyance right in their face if I don’t find an outlet for it soon, whether they deserve it or not. Any tips on how to not go mad and start throwing things at random strangers because of unventilated feelings?

    Well, at least last week I was writing a bit again. Nothing spectacular, just on the backstory of my main story character; a former role-playing character that moved over to story-form some 10 years ago. It’s fun to juggle around with things again, even if it’s nothing “serious”. It’s never gonna be published, but imaginging and writing is fun.

      1. That’s a great idea actually. I should put all this frustration into writing horrible deaths this weekend. Mwaahahahahaha…. I mean, thank you for the advice! <3

    1. There’s always punching pillows. Or shouting at them, if you pretend they’re your annoying relatives. Something physical to let that bottled-up energy move.

      1. These are the moments when I really miss my karate training. Martial arts are excellent outlets for emotions, anger/exasperation/frustration in particular. Oh well. Sometime in the future perhaps…

        Hm, maybe I could just pull the mattress off of the bed, lean it against the wall and kick and punch a bit until I feel better. It is about 8 inches thick so the neighbours mightn’t even notice. And it’s larger than a pillow. (Our pillows are one of the cheapest ones from IKEA, so no real punchbags there…)

        Thanks for the advice <3 I rarely think of beating up pillows myself. I'm better in beating up myself than beating up other things. I should give that more practice.

  26. I hope you feel better sooner than soon Jenny. I made two Spotify playlists, one for Maybe this time and one for Faking it, based on your lists. I couldn’t find all the songs but most are there.

    Maybe This Time

    Faking it

    Although when I was searching for my lists I’ve found that Joey Gagnon has already created one. Oh well. Great minds and all that …


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