Sep 23 2008
Paperback Writer (best known to me as Lynn Viehl, author of the amazing Darkyn series) is having a writers’ virtual pep rally today.
In my present state of frustration over my lack of control of how my time must be spent, it didn’t have the desired effect, but it should be inspirational to everyone else.
Sep 20 2008
… or smoked or drank or had insurance or ate out so I could cut back on my high-rolling lifestyle to pay for the new 40% hike in my utility bill. I used almost exactly the same number of kW hours for the last two months, and this bill is $100 more than the last. Where they imagine people are supposed to come up with this money, I just don’t know. I can’t afford supplies for my counterfeit press now, so I guess it’ll come from dropping my cell phone ($5 a month) and Netflix ($10 a month). Oh, wait, that’s only $15… Okay, guess we can wash dishes by hand, eat only foodstuffs that don’t require heating, and turn off the air conditioner to stew in our own sweat. Hell, if we eat nothing but peanut butter sandwiches, not only will we save a fortune on groceries, we won’t even need the refrigerator. Maybe I can sell my plasma, too. And get an extra nights-and-weekends job.
Take a wild guess where the time is going to come from. Hint: I only sleep 4 or 5 hours a night as it is, so that’s not it. Screw my future. As long as the electric company is flush, that’s all that matters.
I thought somebody made a whoops when I opened the bill. Then I read the “no, seriously, we really are ass-raping you and there’s nothing you can do about it” statement and burst into tears.
Sep 12 2008
I heart Keanu and high-tech remakes of ancient sci-fi movies.
I am also uncharacteristically interested in The Women, even more so after learning no men appear onscreen, even extras, for the duration of the film. I wonder if that looks “off.” I wonder if I’d have noticed their absence if I hadn’t been informed of it in advance.
That is all. Carry on.
Sep 12 2008
Do the terms "the Olive Garden" and "an Italian restaurant" mean the same thing to you?
Total Voters: 10
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Aug 12 2008
I watched this Dane Cook special on Comedy Central and didn’t think it was this funny. Just goes to show you, everything is better with Bleach.
This is particulary timely because lately we’ve been amusing ourselves supplying perv dialogue (”Oh, hai! I made semen toast.” “Excuse me?!?!” “Cinnamon toast. I made cinnamon toast. Eat up!”) for Gin (creepy squinty-eyed dude), since the Bount arc in the anime is, ah, less than riveting and Renji is MIA for way too many episodes.
Aug 04 2008
Eight days until my RTB post, and I have nothing. I do NOT want to do the rant. (Although I did get about halfway through a comparison with Coke’s disastrous tampering with its formula before my tantrum exhausted me. I’ll save it, but I’m no longer in the mood to use it.) I don’t want to be controversial (tacky). I don’t want to butt heads with people who have differing opinions (pointless). I’d rather do funny or fun or at the very least upbeat. I’m in the right frame of mind, but the mind in the frame is completely blank. Guidance?
Jul 31 2008
Da Big Boss looks surprised to see me (evidently the first time he’s seen me out of the hundred times he’s seen me today) and sez, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your award thing?”
To which I respond, “No, because unless I’m incarcerated or hospitalized, you believe I should be working.”
He sez, “Hell, there’re probably lots of things you could do from jail or the hospital. Go ahead and take tomorrow off to go to your thing.”
Because I’m so magical, I can go back in time to arrange conference registration, cross-country travel, and hotel accommodations.
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Lord, deliver me from cluelessness.
I will be taking the day off, though, since it might be the only such opportunity I get for the rest of the decade.
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: But I NEED the inner editor to smack me around. It toughens me up for "YOU SUCK!!1!" from other sources so I am able to maintain my tough-girl facade even when cut to the bone. Plus, she's right. I should have caught a stand-out word appearing in 2 consecutive paragraphs. Ah, well. Can be cleaned up in the PDF, I suppose.
: Stop the incessant inner editor! Offer her a cookie. Tell her the chocolate chips are really commas. She'll love it...I pause to wonder why when I fill out the "name" and "email" section of this wall, a balloon pops up to assure me that Google CAN fill it in for me. Since I had to just keep typing out my entire name and email with no help (Oh, the humanity!), I'm assuming Google read the [...]
: Fleh. So infodumpy, it burns. And I see a poor word choice issue about four inches to my left...
: Wait no longer! And take the "Ch. 5 coming soon" with a big ol' grain of salt, of course.
: I can't wait. :D
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