tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432553249381188872.post9162551944672172387..comments2024-03-15T00:34:27.339-07:00Comments on ShellHawk's Nest: Pain, or, Bad News-Good NewsShellHawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705072702016925284noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432553249381188872.post-73905161507281769802009-03-16T07:23:00.000-07:002009-03-16T07:23:00.000-07:00Thanks for the sympathy and the empathy, Spook. We...Thanks for the sympathy and the empathy, Spook. We all go through this at one time or another. (I seem to remember a story of a Grumble face-plant, so I know you've had your share of studio tragedy, too.)<BR/><BR/>I knew, when the piece fell apart, that it would be rebuilt. The positive thing is that it will go faster, because I have a better idea of what to do.<BR/><BR/>The martinis and Mr. ShellHawk's murmuring, "There, there. It'll be better this time," helped a lot, too.ShellHawkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17705072702016925284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432553249381188872.post-86947189842167362102009-03-16T07:01:00.000-07:002009-03-16T07:01:00.000-07:00Oh no. Kiln explosion? Collapsed fraggle-smatch?...Oh no. Kiln explosion? Collapsed fraggle-smatch? I've stood in the middle of disaster. Just stood. Eventually you get to a place where you can accept the horror, pick up the pieces, and start over. Sometimes you have to sneak up on it, though, because if you're not quite to the accepting part, then things are going to end up getting thrown out the window and kicked down the stairs. <BR/><BR/>Sorry you had to go down this road, Hawkgirl. It'll get better.Spookybluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11535458960321266211noreply@blogger.com