wednes: (Under the Bed)
I'm nearing the one year anniversary of my involvement with the mag. Granted, the first issue of Under the Bed didn't go live until August, but I started working for eFiction in June, and put out the last issue of eHorror before I magically transformed it into what it is today.

The first year was incredibly stressful, no doubt exacerbated by my own incompetence, the insane amount of pressure I was putting on myself, and my habit of grossly exaggerating the expected returns. Just like when I first got published, I presumed I'd make enough money the first year to buy a new computer. Without embarrassing us all with the actual numbers, let's just say, I haven't.

But you know, my first year at Shar was pretty terrible. I was in way over my head, having slightly exaggerated my own musical knowledge. After that, it got a lot better--which is to say, I got way better at it. I became more confident in the knowledge I did have, and better able to compensate for the stuff I didn't know. After that, I just kept on learning things until I decided I didn't like them anymore.

My first year of college was also difficult. When I got there, I was so incredibly scared and intimidated, I didn't eat for almost 3 days because I didn't want to be seen in the cafeteria alone. It got better though, as everything seems to if I stick it out long enough.

So I guess that's the pattern. The first year of anything worthwhile will probably suck. My first year with H didn't suck, but there was a definite learning curve. I had no idea how to treat someone who was always kind and respectful to me, or how to manage a healthy relationship. That took at least a year, presuming that I've learned it now. ;-)

I guess the question is, what should I do next? I'm def gonna stick it out with the magazine, for as long as my computer allows it, at least. It's maddeningly slow at times, but it's still chugging right along. But I'm thinking of doing some self-publishing since I actually seem to know how. I haven't been writing much fiction, and I really need to be working on Millicent Mixter. I'm writing that one using Scrivener. That's a sweet program, though I wish it had some color adjust options. Black on White is not a great color scheme for me.

How and When I learned *Computers* )That's funny, because I don't even have an iPhone.

Fiction

Dec. 4th, 2013 04:54 pm
wednes: (Count Thumps Edward)
So, you know how I write SEO for a living? And how I supplement that with sex articles and TV reviews and book reviews and blogs and then I run an entire magazine?

Well, all that has left me with very little time or energy to write fiction.
This will not do...

I fully intended to NaNoWriMo that script I keep talking about. Guess what though? I didn't do it. Part of that was time related. Another part was that if I get a lot of work done, and make a reasonable amount of money--I feel enough sense of accomplishment that I don't feel like I need to do anything else on a given day. That's a BIG part of the problem.

I intend to scale back on GeekBinge reviews. They are enormous fun, but don't pay shit. Worse, they just aren't getting the play that they should be. Maybe they are too long? I won't be scaling back for a few weeks though. Mob City starts tonight and I'm totally covering it even though it's the same night as American Horror Story: Coven.
Got a new gig this week, writing reviews of non-fic books that I get for free. Yeah...they had me at free books.


So yeah, the next thing I write should be that screenplay for SyFy. I'll have to find an agent just to shop that, which will probably be really hard. But I have no excuse for not writing it. I just haven't been pushing myself as hard as I could have--unless catching up on four seasons of Community counts as pushing myself. I strongly suspect that it does not.

After the script is done and shopping for an agent begins, I should finish that short story I started for an antho that I never subbed it to. Yeah...

But then, I should really look through my pile of half-finished novels and see which one I should pull out and work on. What to do About Franklin has some promising characters. It was an attempt to write something with the scope, humor, and gruesome shit as a Christopher Moore Pine Cove book. The main lesson I learned that I shouldn't bother trying to emulate other writers. Mainly because, fuck that shit. Also, I would hate it if anyone tried to write like me on purpose. I'm so damaged emotionally that when I see that people are trying to get on my good side, it makes me think less of them. As in the popular Simpsons phrase You WOULD like me, Loser!
There's that other book with a title so lame I can't even remember it right now. That one is about 50,000 words deep (duh, it began as a NaNoWriMo) and is about a damaged woman in love with her hot hot boss. I know, right? That one has two different first-person POVs which is just so like me.

Under here is a giant pic of me hours after my last birthday, wherein I turned 43. You can totally see how awesome my hair color is. )
wednes: (Seriously?)
I haven't posted in almost a week. Goodness! You all must be beside yourselves with worry and curiosity. Truth be told, I haven't been on the internets as much as usual. That whole being called a misogynist by strangers thing soured me on my beloved interwebs for a couple of days. Plus, our internets have been out a few times.
I've also been working on the mag, which is alternately awesome as fuck and frustrating as hell. I'm always a tad bemused when grown-ass adults behave like cliquish junior high schoolers in work situations. Seriously? I mean, Really?!?

Undead September is gonna be a badass issue. Having said that, I don't foresee doing a theme issue again any time soon. I'd much rather keep people guessing while avoiding tropes. Tropes piss me off. The only thing worse than following tropes is deliberately doing the opposite of what the trope would require. Predictability is the death of the scare--and if I ever meet Rob Zombie in person, I just might have to tell him that if he's still in the room when I wake up from swooning.
If I wrote a book about my experiences thus far as an editor, it would be called:
Too Many Commas:
My Love Affair with the Backspace Key

People use too many commas.

John Oliver is done hosting The Daily Show...for now. He slayed it, seriously. That guy is adorable, and it's clear that he is well-respected among his peers. Not only is he smart, clever, and really funny--but as soon as he had any pull in the industry, John Oliver immediately started showcasing other comics on a stand-up show. That's just awesome. I love that the Comedy Central late-night peeps seem like genuinely good people who aren't full of shit. We don't hear about them cheating on their wives, driving drunk or otherwise acting like assholes. As sad as it is that this is considered remarkable, I'm glad to know that there are media types who aren't scumbags--not even a little.

Here's a video about how HBO should show more dick that's not of the HODOR variety. Muchas Lulz.
wednes: (Go Crazy?)
I have devoted my life to the worship of Choffy.
People actually tell me that I make it on the weak side. Not being a coffee drinker, I don't really know how strong steeped beans are supposed to be. But honestly, Choffy makes me feel sort of drunk.
Not drunk drunk. Not a head buzz at all. But like, a body buzz--which I don't think I've ever gotten from booze. Choffy is a vascodialator so it makes my blood vessels relax and open up. It also makes me feel like I need a nap. I'm gonna start drinking it at the end of the day instead of the beginning.

Work is going okay. I need to pursue more avenues for making money with writing. A lot of the gigs I'm finding are evil enough that I wouldn't want to do them under my own name. But then, do I really want to do work that I feel I should hide from people who know me? Probably--because I'm a big fan of paying my own bills and buying my own stuff. And I need a new computer.

My current clients are pretty cool though. Easy to work with and decent pay for what I'm doing. The sex writing is getting me more notice than the horror stuff--which I guess makes sense since more people admit to enjoying sex than admit to loving horror. *sigh* I was hoping KLMLYM would get reviewed by my beloved Jack Ketchum. No dice. That's a shame, since I honest think he'd dig it. Then again, I'd be crushed if he thought it sucked...maybe so crushed that I'd stop writing horror altogether--and nobody wants that.

In re: horror. I'm not sure what I want to work on next. I have two partial novels (NaNos, so VERY loose rough drafts of about 55K words) that could both be made into something cool. One is a huge story that includes a monster in a lake and was supposed to capture the scope and bloody whimsy of Christopher Moore. That's when I learned I couldn't possibly carry a cast that big. But then I wrote The Finster Effect where the cast is almost that large and diverse.
The other partial I have is about a chick with erotomania who's in love with her hot hot boss. This, like most of my work, has no parallel with my own life. Bahahahahaa! Anyway, it's told from both MC's POV's. I don't remember enough about it to say if it's any good, but I'll probably take a look at it soon.
Lately I've been working on short stories in between other work projects. I look around at the call for subs and treat them like homework assignments. I've got a cool one in the works right now. 3rd person POV, which is something I have to work on.
New Stig & The Puppetman coming up. I really hope those are as funny as I think they are.

Talked to a web guy who suggested moving my whole site over to Wordpress. I have no idea how any of that works, my ignorance about such things is annoyingly pervasive. So I gotta research all that before I can figure out what to do next.
wednes: (Loring/Wednes)
I sort of flaked on my 10-Year Bloggiversary, which was actually the tenth of June. I thought it was in July, but when I checked, it uh...wasn't.
Whoops.

Of course, it's only a "whoops" if a bloggiversary is something that merits a joyous celebration. It may or may not be. Let's find out how joyous we should be with some exploratory listing of things that have happened since I began a blog in 2002.

--Got internet ordained.

--H and I have moved twice and still remain houseless.

--I got two cats, lost one, and then got another one.

--I had a yellow anaconda, but now I don't. I never will again, Zod willing.

--I completed five novels, three of which have been published.

--I've written at least 100 short stories, poems, articles, marketing pieces.

--Acquired and left two day-jobs.

--Got married. That was pretty cool.

--Three years of extensive therapy, EMDR, and med experimentation on a massive scale.

--Got back in touch with my brother, my godmother/favorite aunt, and a ton of various and sundry cousins, aunts, uncles and distant relations from my mother's side of my family. Whoa.

--Exchanged a few Emails with my biological father. Meh.

--Learned how to knit on a loom. Made a few dozen hats and miscellaneous yarny things. (This is a big deal since yarn crafts had always been a fail for me)

--Ridiculous infatuations with Chris Noth, Rob Zombie, Voltaire, and my hot hot former boss.

--Learned to bake bread, make a roux, and that there is no food on earth that cannot be improved with bacon. Though I kind of suspected that for most of my life.

Okay then, I shall make a little merry. That's a pretty good list.



I shall close with a bit of self indulgence.
Please tell me your most (and least, if you must) favoritest thing about my blog.
wednes: (Zombie B&W)
Ye ole daye-jobbe has been crazy busy. It's our busy season, back to school. We do a lot of trade-ins so kids can get a bigger size violin (or viola, for weirdoes) or cellos for school. Tiny violins are adorable. Before I blow that pop stand, I will probably get my hands on some junky, unplayable but still good looking, 1/32 size violin just to have as a decoration. Actually, a 1/16 would probably be small enough.
I have to say, it's been going ridiculously well so far. I've been training a lot, and the mood thusfar has been good. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. But for now, I'm totally fucking killing it. Sales, training, and CS have been slain by me.

This will be hilarious for long-time Wednes readers: I have developed a total nerd-crush on one of the higher ups at the company. Obviously, it's a platonic crush not unlike the one I have on Polly Walker or Helena Bonham Carter. Given my bohemian/dionysian lifestyle, a guy in a button-up shirt with a house and a wife and kid and career and stuff...is pretty exotic. Fascinating, because I don't get how people do that. He does stuff people do when they have money, like waterski or buy a new car, or suddenly go on a trip. I just don't know a lot of people like that. He's not a prick like a lot of rich people are. Plus, he loves my books and is supportive of my writing. I want to say he goes out of his way to be nice, but I don't actually know enough about his way to know whether or not being nice is out of it. Anyway, he's also got sort of an Anderson Cooper thing going on.
Speaking of which:



H just told me that someone is making a Halloween 3 and it's not Rob Zombie. My first reaction was Why? followed by No, seriously, WTF??? But then I realized, that they COULD be remaking Season of the Witch which I would be totally down with. A slick updating could do wonders for that movie--it's the perfect candidate for a remake. Great concept handled reasonably well but nothing outstanding, and very few people who are not hardcore horror fans have any feelings about it at all.

I'm behind on a lot of shit, especially interview questions, recording, and audio editing. My break from The Finster Effect is over and I've got to be busting ass on it. I have to work on my day-off tomorrow, which is a bummer. But once I do, I'm off until Tuesday. I've been slacking a lot lately because it's so hard to concentrate. I won't be getting a CPAP or whatever for at least another month. Fie!

I made one of H's favorite dinners yesterday. It's basically a big thing of veggies and ground chicken with onions and spices and stuff. Then I add a bag of cornbread stuffing mix and some broth, and bake, maybe with a touch of panko on top. Good stuff. H went grocery shopping this week so I could stay home and wait for the Comcast guy. He bought Plugra. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it, but decided that alfredo pasta would be the most absurdly decadent and delicious thing. So we're doing that. I guess if you use Plugra, you don't even have to add cream. We shall see...

I wish I had the balls to talk to Jack Ketchum online. I've written two Emails to my other literary hero, Christopher Moore. He wrote me back both times, and was really, really cool. The first time was just a fan letter. The next was a review query, which he did not have time to do. I like to pretend that Ketchum would like KMLYLM if he ever read it. But how does one go about making that happen, especially when one is such a star-struck fucking jackass about the whole thing (me, I mean)? He's obviously so goddamn cool. Sort of like he's standing outside the high school, smoking and leaning on like, a '69 Mercury Marauder. And I'm a fat chick with glasses carrying a bunch of books. See? That's funny, because I *am* a fat chick with glasses who reads and writes books. *sigh*
So yeah, balls. I can has them. Or not...
wednes: (Queen of <3's)
Feeling guilty at the thought of complaining right about now. Once you hear about an Earthquake that turned into a Tsunami complimented by a Volcanic Eruption and an assortment of potential nuclear disasters...H not cleaning the toilet even though it's his turn seems a profoundly petty thing to be irked by. Besides, all manner of awesome stuff is going on.

--The Finster Effect, while behind schedule, is kicking ass. I'lll get there. Was going to take a week off at the end of April, but now I can't. And why???

-- WE'RE GETTING A NEW BED!!! Okay, it's not really new, it's garage-sale/new-to-us new. What kind, you ask? Well, it's the Grande Dame of all beds, a King-Size Tempurpedic. Yeah, I may not actually get out of it for the first couple days. I have some books I've been meaning to fall asleep reading anyway. While it's a lot of money for an impulse buy--it's an obscenely low price. I am thrilled, and H is tolerating another of my "needless expenditures." Apparently, that crap shack mattress make of pokey springs is "fine."

-- Trick r Treat was just delightful. Creepy, scary, fun cast, great horror sensibility. Very like Creepshow hit me when I first saw it again as an adult. Brian Cox, Dylan Baker, Anna Paquin, and Helo from BSG.

-- A 400 pound Sumo Wrestler set a record for being the heaviest person to complete the LA marathon. I don't have much to add, Big Fat Blog covered it pretty well, I thought. Awesome, that's all.

-- Chapter 11 of A Stabbing for Sadie is up at the site, and Ye Olde iTunes. I also have an extra special short story coming up--one that is not available anywhere but MY podcast. I'm recording with an actor this evening, as a matter of fact.

--Have ZZN interviews coming up with Wolfman Mac, Aaron Stoquert, Bear McCreary, Russ Streiner, and a few other cool peeps. Sending out a few requests this week (*ahem* Voltaire *ahem*). If you know someone rife with zombie love who has something awesome to share--by all means, hip them to me.

--Big Love ended on Sunday. Fuck you, HBO. Fuck you. You suck, Producer Tom Hanks (Um, in this one rare instance...Sir), the writers suck for taking the lazy man's way out, and I suck for sobbing like a child as I watched one of the greatest tragedies in all of television history. I mean, I expect Tony Soprano to go through hell--but I adore Bill Henrickson. And my secret love of Bill Paxton is not exactly a secret. Bill was a good man led by his conscious and they ended up turning him into a selfish, stubborn ass by the middle of the 4th season.

--A secondary Fuck You goes to Criminal Minds and it's shitty string of half-assed cast adjustments. There's a reason I stopped watching Law & Order, dammit! I swear to Zod, if you try to take Hotch or Dr Reid from me...I can't be held responsible for my actions...at least, not according to the profile.
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The first "celebrity" I've ever met was Count Scary from Detroit TV. He hosted the Creature From the Black Lagoon on local TV. You were supposed to buy 3D glasses for it and the proceeds went toward fixing the crashed train at the Detroit Zoo. He was cool when I was like, 9. I met him at some Halloween Hayride event at a pumpkin patch.

When I started working in professional theater. I met comedian Heywood Banks. He is hilarious on TV, and friendly and personable in real life. Later, I met Davy Jones of The Monkees. I had always been a fan of The Monkees, but Davy was my least favorite. This became even more true when he showed up drunk for performances. I mean, seriously.

Between college and ACORN, I met some local celebs like Rosa Parks, and Detroit's only non-crooked Mayor in the last 20 years, Dennis Archer (I also worked on his campaign). I also met Gil Hill who, in addition to being a Detroit figurehead, was Axel Foley's boss in the Beverly Hills Cop movies--because he was the Pief of Cholice when the first one was made.

During my clubbing days, I met Kid Rock and Joe C at the Blind Pig. The former was not yet famous and the latter was still alive. I also briefly met Wesley Willis.

And of course, most recently, I met Voltaire. He's not actually "famous" because I keep having to explain to people who he is. But he's way far talented and was quite sweet in person--although a lot of that is uber-marketing. Last I heard, he didn't even have an agent. That saddens me, because he can do way more stuff than me. I gave him a copy of my first book when I met him at the Vampire Ball. He was reluctant to take it--I imagine he has crazy people giving him stuff all the time. But he did take it, and I never heard back. So much for my fantasy where he finds me extremely talented and wants me to collaborate on something. *sigh* My intellectual vanity will be the death of me.
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That meme where you ask people to ask you questions is going around again. Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows I can't get enough of the questions. [livejournal.com profile] groovesinorbit asked me the following:

1. How do feel about Voltaire now that you've seen him?

He is a fine performer. I enjoyed his show very much.

You know how when you love someone's work, you do this mental thing where you want to like them personally even know you don't actually know them? Yeah, well that is a recipe for huge let-down. Such was the case here. I'm a big fan of the work, but my Epic Squeee for Voltaire is rapidly waning. Just as well, as H was becoming progressively more annoyed with the whole thing.

2. Vampire Ball, would you go again? Do you think other events like this would be good to get your name out?

Well, the Vampire Ball was not really specific enough for me. My books are not about Vampires. The one vampire short story I wrote (specifically for [livejournal.com profile] absinthofheart) she did not like very much. Not enough undead sex, I imagine. ;-]
I'm having considerable difficulty getting my name out. I shouldn't be, as my name is very memorable. I really need to get to podcasting and giving more stuff away for free.
But yes, I do plan to go again provided I'll be able to see Voltaire.

3. If you're not in the mood for horror films, what films do you like to watch the most?

I tend to watch reruns of Sunday Night Fox cartoons and South Park. I also enjoy classics, and comedies that have good scripts. Zoolander, Anchorman, and anything by Tim Burton are my staples.

4. How goes the poem writing?

Slow. I'm having trouble escaping the feeling that poetry is for the overtly self-indulgent. I have rebooted the challenge and started again, hoping to finish around Feb 10th, just in time for ny new book to come out. Details are, of course, at [livejournal.com profile] wednes_writes

5. What first got you interested in serial killers?

When I was a kid, there was a guy called the Oakland County Child Killer. Not the most original name for a serial killer, but it scared the crap out of us 70's kids. My mom was FRANTIC about the guy, and when I volunteered to go door-to-door for three blocks to deliver the school newsletter, my mom insisted on following me in the car.
She later told me during one of her many psychotic episodes that my biological father was one of the suspects and that maybe I was just like him. Like many of her rantings, that stuck with me for a long time, and I used to worry that I would become a killer and there'd be nothing I could do about it. So far though, she is off target.

--end meme

Because I'm not doing the NaNoWriMo this year, I feel compelled to link you all to [livejournal.com profile] flemco's insightful observations on this annual event. He is a tad more vitriolic and passionate than I am about it. But the basic ideas cover most of what bugs me about the NaNo, and why I have bascially avoided the forums for forever. Here it is. And if you're grossly offended by it, please bring that to me, not to him. It's a pretty old post, but still relevant. Enjoy!
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The Tale of the Vampire Ball, by Wednes
(this will be a poem, but not right this minute)

I'm cutting this for length, potential boringness, and many grainy pics of Voltaire. ) In case you were curious, Voltaire dresses to the right.

So yeah, that's the broad strokes of it. My Tio's is here, so I shall close. And just so I've said it, I'm hearby coining the phrase *EPIC SQUEEE*

I don't really do bar nights anymore. Maybe three times since I met H in '99. But this was way far fun. Thanks to H for the tickets. I won a door prize of a Vampire Romance novel, a zillion assorted bookmarks, and a button that says "Strangely Beautiful" which is going on my hoodie. yay!

Okay, one more:

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As always, clicken to embiggen:



I have a zillion things to tell you's. But for now, enjoy this pic. I have a date with a jar of Noxema, then I'm off to bed.
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Tonight my cakes I bake
Tonight my beer I make
But tomorrow, tomorrow, tomoooooooorrow
The Queen's little baby I take Ha HA!
Lucky I go
Lucky I game
For Rumplestilskin is my name!!!


For some reason, I've had that song in my head for two days now. It's from some cheesy production of Rumplestilskin I saw on TV or at school or something when I was a wee Wednes. That guy really did get a raw deal, I always thought, until someone explained to me that he intended to eat the baby. Ew.


Anywhoo, the Vampire Ball is tomorrow. The last time I put this much planning into an event, I ended up married at the end of it. Put the bookmarks together last night, and watched a vid about fitting my fangs but haven't cast them yet. I'm very amused at the products marketed to goth kids nowadays. I would have loved to have a stark white powder compact in high school. I just put baby powder into my cheap, CG compact and it used to spill all over myself and my purse. Wheee.
Never discovered who sent the mystery package of sparkle pens and silver sharpies. I tried on my velvety blue and silver cape yesterday and it looks pretty awesome with my black dress and wedding tiara. I must be the Vampire Queen of Michigan or something.

Is it okay for a Vampire to wear glasses? I kind of need to see.

Missed my radio thing from Wednesday? That sucks. But fret not, for you can watch the streaming vid of the show, and hear my dulcet tones informing the good people of Flint that they can buy my books at the Vampire Ball. I also explained who Voltaire is to host Ryan Eashoo, who did not seem to know. I don't come on till about 10 minutes into the second half. I also had to talk to some city council chick who was trying to sound all in-the-know.

Not really loving this Bella Morte music I've been listening to. They're okay, but their whole deal just strikes me as...very labored. I like it better when people do their thing rather that trying to shove their thing into a marketable mold. Anyway, I'll post a pic of me in my fangs once I get them cast and into my gob.
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As this Friday is Boss's Day, I decided to celebrate the made-up, Hallmark holiday by taking up a collection and getting our boss a present. I genuinely like my boss, and would hang with him in real life except that my lifestyle isn't really well disposed to that sort of thing. I wouldn't want to put him in a position where he knows stuff he shouldn't know. ;-] Anyway, we got him Mario Kart for the Wii. It comes with a wheel controller attachment, plus we got an extra wheel so his wife can play too.

Contacted all the various businesses that are sending me stuff I need for the ball. The bookmarks tassles are shipping tomorrow at the latest. The company I ordered from sounds like it's one or two people and a whole lot of product. H is making my bookmarks, which will hopefully be done by this weekend, then I can put the tassles on as soon as they arrive. He's also making me a sign for the table. My books just got here. I will have the following books to sign and sell at the Vampire Ball:

A Stabbing for Sadie 20 copies
The Cat's Apprentice 7 copies
The Garden Anthology 7 copies

In computer news, my switch from Safari to FireFox was quick, painless, and effective. Not sure why I didn't do this the first time Safari started crashing on me.

I was going to write a whole sociopolitical post about how much I hate when people say that everything the government does with their tax money is on their dime. The whole "why should I have to help so-and-so with their such-and-such because I work hard and they don't" bullshit that people keep saying. But in doing some basic research about the US's ever widening disparity between haves and have-nots, I started feeling so mad I decided to stop researching and watch a Bugs Bunny cartoon instead. Yes, that speaks volumes about me and my commitment to my fellow man. But fuck it, I don't want to be depressed today.

Poetry continues to thwart me, but I shall not submit. My muse shall conquer the relentless demon endeavoring to prevent me from finding rhyme, theme, and meter. What little there is can be found at [livejournal.com profile] wednes_writes.

And finally, if you're gonna be anywhere near Flint on October 24th, be sure to buy a ticket to The Vampire Ball.
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If my brain had a cervix, it would totally be bruised.
Why?
Because today was a total and complete pounding mindfucker.
Seriously.

I've been having a terrible time focusing on poetry so I'm stupidly far behind in the poetry challenge. I'm not giving up, of course. Even if I only write 50 poems, that will still be far more poems than I've written in the last 10 years or so. Never hurts to have a few good poems around. I'm still going to try to catch up, and since I'm skipping the NaNoWriMo this year (I am, after all, a 5-time winner and undefeated champeen!!!) I'll have plenty of time.

Worked a short shift today. More like a long visit than an actual work shift. My coworkers are so damn cool and likable that working is sort of like hanging out with people I enjoy, except that we get interrupted a lot. You know, by having to do our jobs. First hour was listening to calls in a group and discussing them. In the next hour, I did over $1,000 in sales, which is a lot. And then...

I got an Email from the promotions chick at the Vampire Ball. I had given up on hearing from her oh, 4-5 weeks ago. Apparently she had some trouble with her computer or hotmail or something. Long and short of it is that I CAN sign and sell books there. Of course, I already spent $40 on tickets and have to spend another $110 on books and shipping. Couple that with gas monies, new tights, and the $35 I already spent on new makeups and custom fangs...and you're looking at a roughly $200 trip to see Voltaire. And that's before drinks, photo ops, and souvenirs. Yikes! He better be wicked awesome.
I frantically Emailed my publisher, who put the order in with the printer's. I'm donating some books to give as door prizes at the ball, and getting plenty more to sign and sell.
So if you're going to be anywhere near Flint, MI on October 24th, be sure to stop by the Vampire Ball and support the cause. It's a fundraiser!

Then I got an Email saying that my extra userpics are about to expire. Dang.

Obviously, you'll want to click on this to make it big enough to read:


By the way, this jackass on Comedy Central with the puppets is an ugly, racist, ass.
Jeff Dunham, maybe? I never thought I'd actually miss Carlos Mencia. Okay, I don't miss Carlos Mencia, but you know what I mean...
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Some of you may know my dear friend, [livejournal.com profile] thehula. If you were at my wedding, you probably saw her reading the Christian verse we included. She is one of those people who makes sure I am seeing myself clearly, in case I happen to forget how wicked awesome I am. She is a college professor now, crazy smart!

She and I recently talked about the No Fat Chicks shirt I planned to wear to the Vampire Ball. After some careful thought, both sober and otherwise, I have reconsidered. I'm still going to put together a new "No Fat Chicks" shirt. (I got some great no-pocket T's and some sparkle letters in a 70's font.) It's still hilarious and it's still the sort of message people need to see and think about.

But for a Vampire Ball, methinks something having to do with Vampires would be more apropos. I often say that I'm much more a zombie fan than a vampire fan. It is true. But there are plenty of old school Vampire things that I love, one in particular. The question then becomes:

[Poll #1462566]

Of course, you can clicky those pics to embiggen them.

Since my work bonuses have been tiny, H and I talked about my skipping the Vampire Ball to save money. I never did hear back from the promotions chick, so no table for book selling. If I want to go, I have to buy tickets. It is a fundraiser, so I can't exactly feel bad about spending $40. Anyway, H decided that he would buy me two tickets for my birthday so that I and my friend from work can go. That H, he is pretty amazingly great. So, I'm giving the promotions chick until Monday to finally answer the Email(s) I've been sending since the first of September, then I'm going to go ahead and order the tickets. BTW, my birthday is not until the end of November. You'll see it coming, because there will be a grand party announcement beforehand.

I forgot to mention, H and I got that Friday the 13th reimagining On Demand. There was lots to like about it. But in the end, it was vapid and predictable with some rather intense stupidity. I understand that this is the nature of such films. But wouldn't it be cool if they made a slasher flick, but with interesting characters who could really act? Oh wait, they did that. It's called Vacancy. Then it was called The Strangers. So it is possible. They just don't bother to make it happen. Sad, really.
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I'm actually sort of torn on this one. There are two:
In 2003, my friends at the Madtone, the theatre that I worked for at the time, pitched in and got me the Queasy Bake Oven. It required a bunch of people chipping in and someone driving all the way to the toy store. Also, it came with the most pornographic hand made card I have ever seen in my life.

You see, [livejournal.com profile] klynnfrost had one of those cameras that took tiny pictures with sticky on the back. So there were all these bodies cut out of porno mags but with the faces of my coworkers pasted on them. It was goddamn hilarious.
Sadly, H was moritifed. He didn't even want the card in the house when his sister came to visit. So, it was dismantled and the coworker pics were time capsuled for safe keeping. I still have them in the box where I keep old movie ticket stubs and temporary tattoos.
Also, that was the year that my Hot Hot Boss sang me a song. *sigh*

The second best gift ever was, as you might expect, my Xbox, which I got last year. It seems that one of my friends knew me even better than I did. I could never have predicted how riotously fun that thing is. Riotously. Plus, it was totally thoughtful and extremely unexpected.

For the record: H always buys me wonderful, thoughtful gifts that he carefully researches before buying. He is a very careful shopper who does not make rash choices on stuff he buys. Ever. Unlike me who stays up for 26 hours straight and then wonders how these $80 charges from Amazon and Holy Clothing got on H's bank card. Stupid Internets. I guess it's H's careful attention to detail that makes it so that one particular birthday gift does not stand out. They're all just so awesome. My first birthday together with H, he bought me a Gameboy Color back when that was THE handheld game system. He has also bought me a Vincent Price figure, a Death Row Marv from Sin City, the Hitchcock box set, all sorts of cool stuff. He doesn't mess around. He has even bought me pagan books despite his personal objections to witchery.

Honestly though, the coolest thing about having birthdays is that even at my advanced age, I can still throw myself a party and know that people I enjoy will show up. Corny as it sounds, true friends are the greatest gift.
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Well, I did something today that I've honestly never done before. Lots of people do it, I'm told, but not me. Never really wanted to, which is odd. I'm a fan of vices. I have a good many myself. But until today I have never EVER watched porn on my computer.

You see, Rammstein has a new video out. The song itself is sort of banal and, dare I say, insipid. But the video is hard core. Literally. The video is HARD CORE PORN.

Enjoy!


And because you didn't know you wanted it until you knew it existed...
Here's Voltaire singing about Rammstein:



In other news, there is a whole genre of music called Murder Ballads. I know, right?!? Like Voltaire, this is something I'm sorta pissed I'm just finding out about now. And it's every bit as wicked awesome as it sounds. Problem? It's expensive for some reason. Not sure what that's about. But it is. And I can't find a torrent of the stuff I want feel it would be morally wrong to download it for free. I've actually been buying a lot of music lately. Odd. But there's a lot of it out there. And I'm gonna get it all and drape myself in the murdery goodness.

I'm not really supposed to be spending money on myself, but the next time I run into some I'm thinking very seriously about investing in this:


In noveling news, the editing on the new book is exceptional. I'm very pleased. Cover design should be coming my way soon. Sent an Email to the chick doing the promotions for the Vampire Ball. If I don't hear from her by the end of next week, I'm gonna go ahead and buy tickets. Once I do that, I will no longer have monies to buy books for a signing and make swag. So I hope I hear from her this coming week. We shall see.
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You may recall that I went through a considerable amount of stress before my wedding. Even though I had resigned myself to being a fat bride, I had some sort of issue with being a visibly, enormously fat bride--which I guess had something to do with the fact that I'd be seeing people I hadn't seen in years. I was also paying someone (albiet a good friend) to take as many pictures of me as humanly possible. In short, I freaked out. I even lost an Lj friend over my freaking out about my appearance solely as it related to size. Even bearing all that in mind, I am just disgusted and saddened by this.

This woman was so ashamed and embarassed to be a "fat bride" that she literally killed herself trying to lose wieght. Worst still, she was under a doctor's care. A doctor who assured her that being fat is always bad and unhealthy and anything you need to do to be less fat is always worth it. Yes, of course. That's why all thin people are happy and healthy; and absolutely no fat people are. Yay! So instead of getting married (what? you mean someone loved her even though she was fat?!? madness!) she gets to be dead. And the doctor who told her to starve to death so she could be thin gets to keep right on telling people that there's nothing more important than "looking healthy" even if you're about to keel over.

Obviously, I can't sit here and say that I have no issues about my weight or size. Not only could I stand to do a LOT more exercise (not to lose wieght so much, but to feel better and have more energy), but I can be remarkably sensitive about wieght related comments. If you read the linked article, the dead girl's brother says something like I always told her she was fat, I had no idea it affected her so much. Right. being mocked by your own family never affects anyone negatively. That's why serial killers are all so tight with their parents and siblings. Oh wait...
As you know, I'll be going to a Vampire Ball next month to meet Voltaire. I adore Voltaire. He seems like a cool guy in RL. Still, I am confident that I will spontaneously combust into a pillar of tears if he made some sort of comment or evil look about getting his picture taken with a fat girl. Seriously, I'd run out of there crying like a 12-year old girl at her first school dance; even though I'm a happily married woman who is almost 40. Solution? The "No Fat Chicks" shirt. I announce my awareness of my fatness (ever have some stranger tell you you're fat, as if perhaps you'd been previously unaware? mortifying), implying that I'm very comfortable with it. It's also witty, and I do enjoy being witty. Let's just hope that the attractiveness of my wit outwieghs (pun?) the purported hideousness of my terrible, terrible fat.
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My dear friend [livejournal.com profile] sudrin is at Dragon*Con this weekend with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] frogdiva. They are seeing lots of famous people and taking many fun pics. They got to see John Schnieder, Leonard Nimoy, and one of the Mythbuster guys. Tonya even got an awesome pic of Tom Felton. I know, right? Luckily he did not appear to have the Elder Wand in his possession.

I asked [livejournal.com profile] sudrin to get me one of these. They do have them at the website, I later learned. But I wanted one that Voltaire actually touched. I know, I'm ridiculous like that. Having his assistant or PR person send me something just wasn't my preferred end result. So...Dave was kind enough to spend some of his valuable Dragon*Con time on something I wanted. Sweet, no?

Not only did Dave get me my pressie, but he was kind enough to steal Voltaire's soul just for me:



It appears that he is walking around the Con, doing whatever and talking to fans. But if you look really closely at this pic, it's pretty obvious that he's thinking about me and hoping I can make it to The Vampire Ball. That, or I'm totally on the brink of some kind of psychotic break. Time will tell, I guess. ;-]

Anyway, I finally found the elusive remix of "The Man Upstairs" which led to me making my first music download purchase from Amazon. You have to also install some kind of special Amazon program so the files will go to your iTunes or something. It was free and only took a second, but still, I say Hmmm...
Sadly, I don't love the "Heavy Drama remix." They just sort of gothed it up a bunch with a Pink Floydesque overlay. Frankly it feels like it's trying too hard and it's offputting. It's not even longer, which I understand those long dance mixes because they are...well, great for dancing. Ultimately, it was only 99 cents and I was glad to find it.

Still no word in re: The Vampire Ball. Frown and Fie.
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I picked up at 9-5 shift on the Saturday of a holiday weekend simply because I wanted to work with the peeps who were working today. I know, right? But they are good peeps and I enjoy them. H thinks it's weird that I came to work in my pajamas. It's not though. It's monsterously comfortable.
I saw a butterfly when I was sitting outside on my lunch break. It was awesome, that one that looks like a monarch but isn't. Not being much of an "outside" person (especially in the sunlight-Ew!) I was then chased back into the building by a yellow-jacket the size of a freaking black hawk helicopter. Anyway, I've barely gotten a chance to talk to my peeps because we're so damn busy. I've been trying to post this LJ for the last 3 hours.

Sent a total of 2 Emails to the chick who is handling promotions for the Vampire Ball. If I can get a table, I'm totally going. Not exactly sure what kind of gay apparel I will don, but it'll be groovy. Anyway, I haven't heard back from the chick yet. Hope I do because I'd really love to have a good reason to see Voltaire sell some books. Speaking of Voltaire, [livejournal.com profile] sudrin is bringing me a coveted Voltaire Key from Dragon*Con. I will surely be posting a pic of it nestled snugly in my awesome cleavage for you's.

I'm still not clear on what all the hoo-ha is about in re: Obama talking to the kids. "Stay in school" is not exactly a politcal message even though public schools are the first sign of a socialist nation. ;-] Kids are mandated to pledge allegiance to a flag (and a god) every day; but now the POTUS wants kids to stay in school and people are acting like he's...well, I don't want to say Hitler but some kind of sinister plotter with an agenda to turn kids against their parents or some shit. [livejournal.com profile] davidbain was just saying that if Obama told people to brush their teeth, thousands of people would let theirs rot out of their heads because OMG Teh Socializzm!1!!
Granted, many of these complainy-pants people have no problem subsidizing a war but think giving everyone health care is a travesty; so there's no guarantee of sanity I guess... I've always thought that pulling your kid out of sex ed at school was reactionary, unrealistic and borderline unhealthy for them. This? I have no words, frankly. I hated W, HATED him, but I didn't think he needed to be kept away from children. That's just weird, isn't it?
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As you all know, I'm a zombie fan. Vampires, not so much. I've never touched a Twilight book, though I do enjoy the Jeanne Kalogridis stuff a great deal. I'm also not a big fans of crowds or being on my feet for hours and hours. I'm also not much of a goth chick. Frankly, by the time Goth was a real thing, I was pretty much over the suicidal, wearing-only-black, slave-to-Morrissey/Robert Smith thing. Plus you could never tell by looking at me that I was at all gothy, because I wasn't allowed to buy my own clothes until I was in my 20's. But I digest...

There's this thing coming up called The Vampire Ball that's gonna be in Flint. I'm always saying I need to get out and do more book promoting. It's stupid that I haven't sold more books by now. Without sounding like a dick, my first novel is fucking excellent and should be read by a lot more people. Of course, A Stabbing for Sadie it's not a vampire novel; but there will be plenty of horror fans at this thing. It'd likely be good for marketing. They are looking for people to donate signed books and swag. H could almost certainly make me some good swag by then. Plus, I can probably get a fun posse together to share my joy.

My dilemmas are as follows: What if I get there and it's a horrible uncomfortable environment? I'd be trapped. What if I end up looking more ridiculous than I'll surely feel? Aside from the lead act, What if I'm the oldest person there by like, 15 years? Why can't Finster just fly out to Michigan and escort me? What if I have a panic attack? H says he won't go to this thing no matter what. And why?

Voltaire


H is being all silly and jealous that I want to go meet Voltaire. Like perhaps Voltaire and I will just ditch our real lives and run away to someplace dark together. Honestly, it's not so bad that H thinks I'm such a great catch that any number of amazing men might just be planning to whisk me away. But c'mon. We've been together for over 10 freaking years and he's edgy about me going to a freaking Vampire Ball?!? A pot-headed zombie ball perhaps. ;-] But dude. Seriously.

So yeah, Voltaire is gonna be at this thing. And it's only $20 to get in (is that suspiciously low? seems like it--and it's a fundraiser), and I'd likely only spend about $50 on stuff once I got there. It's not like I'll be buying drinks.
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I'm closing at work tonight and then coming home to write. I really need to do something with my idea to murder my upstairs neighbor because it's the zombie holocaust and my apartment is unsafe. By "do something" I mean write, not plan my alibi. I haven't done any writing since I finished the manuscript at the beginning of August. It's high time I get back into it.
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I changed a few of my tags recently. My "dulcimer" tag became "musicality" so it can encompass my violin studies, and I also plan to add tags to my adventures with building and making noise with my theremin. I also changed my HHB tag that used to indicate all my Hot Hot Boss rantings those of you who've been around that long know about. These posts are a good window into my inner psychotic obsessive personality. Henceforth, they shall be defined by the new tag: "faux erotomania" which is hilarious. One of my unfinished manuscripts, as some of you know, is about an erotomaniac with a HHB.

Anywhoo, I bring this up because I'm immersing myself further into the cult of Voltaire (found 'round these parts as [livejournal.com profile] voltairenyc because some random jackass took the name [livejournal.com profile] voltaire and didn't do a damn thing with it. Like my own name, people who aren't me who try to use it really need to step off.). I won an eBay auction for some early prints of 3 Voltaire comic books. I imagine they will be gothy and delightful. Two of them are about an evil Teddy Bear named Deady, which I also recently purchased in the form of a zipper pull for the low, low price of $6.66. If this guy turns out to be some kind of lamewad, I'd rather find out about it sooner or later. Seems unlikely though based on what I've seen so far.
I'm investing quite a bit of fangirl energy into the Voltaire thing. He's over at the MySpace and FB and appears to be pretty active in talking to fans and being a self promoter. Not a criticism, just an observation. When I run into people from my past on FB, right after "hey" and "what are you up to?" I have to bust out with "You know I had some books published...you should totally buy one." If anything, I should be doing more self promoting. Like I was saying, he's one of these renaissance man types. His body of work is so prolific and varied that I thought he might be a label some company slapped on stuff to sell it to goth kids. But no, he's a real dude. I assumed the name was made up, but no. It's his middle name. You'd think his first name might be something embarrassing or ordinary. Wrong again. It's "Aurelio." That's almost TOO badass. Plus, he likes Ray Harryhousen. I know, right?!

When I was a kid, writing to a famous person was a big deal. I didn't write to actors or musicians as a kid. As you might imagine, I wrote to authors. I received form return letters from Charles Shulz, Donald J Sobel, Dr Suess, Judy Blume...all the biggies for kids back then. It was a big freakin' deal (and one of the only things I actually care that my Mom is keeping from me) to a young kid who wanted to be a writer.
Now, you can talk to people on the internet. It's a big disappointment, in fact, if they don't personally run their own online accounts. If Colbert can find time to Tweet, Anthony Michael Hall should be able to run his own freakin' MySpace page (his mom runs it, I am told). I say this, of course, never having met either guy and also knowing that AMH is bi-polar. For all I know, he can't run his own stuff, but I digest.

When I got older, they told famous people not to answer fan mail because it can encourage obsessive crazy fans. Frankly, someone people call "king of the goths" might unknowingly cultivate some unbalanced fans. Obviously not all goth kids have mental hoo-ha, but I think a lot of kids with issues find goth to be a comforting and accepting movement. I wish it had been available to me as a teen. But my point here is that stalkers are out there. I had a radio stalker for a short time, as well as a phone sex client who got my address from the phone company and sent stuff to my house. Ick. Who knows what an unbalanced goth or emo kid might send you. Let's just say I'm in no big rush to read Morrissey's fan mail. ;-]

I've been playing the crap out of the song I posted about yesterday. The Man Upstairs. Like many things I adore, it's about murder and crazy people. It evokes memories, the kind that are disturbing but also comforting because they're familiar. It reminds me of dudes who would say "If you love me, you'll *insert something that comes from a mentality of bat-shit craziness* just because I asked" at a time when I was love-starved enough to comply. And I'm telling you, I've dated men who make my zombie holocaust fear look like a friggin' stamp collection. Plus, you know...there's murder talk. I love murder talk.



I hate to say it; he's also pretty hot.
And, he's not some jerkass kid, he's older than I am.
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I've come to a realization recently, and I think it's only appropriate that I share it with all of you. I did not come upon this decision lightly, nor did I want to oversell it. I wanted to weigh the options carefully in order to fully commit to my choice in this matter. I have done so, and it now can be announced:

James Purefoy is the sexiest man in the history of human existence.



I'm declaring it.

Don't believe me? Here's some super sexy pics! )

I mean seriously. He has like, cartoonish super good-lookingness...ridiculously so.

And the best news of all? He's got a new show coming out on NBC!!! So now I have something to keep me occupied whilst I wait for a copy of Solomon Kane to become available to me. Woot.



On a completely unrelated topic, truthiness is a word now. So why doesn't MS Word's dictionary know that? How does one update it, other than adding it manually?
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World, where in Gothvania have you been hiding Voltaire?!?

I was watching some Ben Linus stuff on the YouTube. There was a fan vid that used a really cool song that sounded like something I'd heard on that Billy and Mandy Grim Reaper cartoon. Turns out, it's this amazing guy who calls himself Voltaire. An hour or two later, I had a nice little Limewirey collection of his tunes. Man, they are funny and smart and musically adventurous. They are mostly about gothy things, vampires and zombies and misery and stuff. There's a heaping helping of social commentary. Apparently this guy is a real renaissance man. He does animation and comic books and all kinds of stuff.


When You're Evil

When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same

I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need

Fuck!

Nov. 15th, 2008 04:46 pm
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Is your cat plotting to kill you?
Damn you JoJo...unless its Pentelope, in which case, sorry JoJo.

In better news, [livejournal.com profile] uterdic drove me to Vault of Midnight today so I could spend the gift certificate H bought me last Xmas. That store is so fun, although I heard they had an upstairs. I didn't see any stairs. They didn't have Milk and Cheese number 7 which I totally need. But I did get Vincent Price Presents #1 and a graphic novel version of the movie M. The art is by Jon J Muth, who is fucking amazing!

In funnier news, my Hot Hot former Boss Facebooked me today. I added him weeks ago and he never added me back. I suspected he neglects his Facebook and I was right. Considering that I am writing a novel about a woman in love with her boss, it is both fortuitous and hilarious to be hearing from him now.

And finally:
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26,556 / 50,000
(53.1%)
I shall be writing more today, but that's it for the time being.
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I think I found my cousin Kathi on Facebook. Should be interesting to see if she adds me back. It's been about 15 years since I've seen her, but she was always a great little girl. I have no idea what my mom has been telling the rest of the family about me, but it might be fun to find out.

Guess who else has a no-pics as of yet Facebook?
My Hot Hot former Boss!!

I know...

He hasn't added me back, but I bet his Facebook is largely ignored.

I took a nap this afternoon so now I'm wide freakin' awake.
Rope was on TCM until 3:30, but now there's not much on.

I read through about 8 chapters of my serial killer novel today. So far, there is not much that needs cutting, depending on how I decide to end this thing. I'm leaning toward Dami getting to live, but I'm not sure yet. I must admit it's some good writing, a lot of varied perspective. I really hope I can secure a 2010 release for it.

EDIT It was my cousin. She was happy to hear from me. And I found 3 other cousins who are on the FAcebook. Yay!!
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I realize that there are many diverse views on the subject, but it's important enough to me to make my opinion known. I don't neccesarily want to say that I know better than any of you...yet, I feel really strongly about this particular issue. So if you disagree, lets all discuss it in a calm and civil fashion: Pimp My Ride is not the same without Big Dane. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is. Both the cars they've done so far this season have kicked ass...but these new mechanic guys are lame as fuck. Only Xibit and Mad Mike remain from the original season. Fie!!

This is pretty funny:
<td align="center"> Wednes --
[adjective]:

Full of bees

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

As in the phrase, Tony Todd in Candyman was totally Wednes.


Maybe I'm a little slow on the draw with this, but I'm very excited to learn of Caprica, the Battlestar Galactica spin-off show. Oooooh! It's a prequel. I do so love prequels.
Less encouraging to television in general is the news that Billie Piper is leaving Doctor Who at the end of season two. Why anyone would put themselves further AWAY from David Tennant?!? I'm sure I don't know. Of course being in the US, I haven't seen any of Doctor Who season two yet. I can't really speak to his skill at playing The Doctor, but I can tell you that he's the hottest guy around since my Hot Hot former Boss.

Did you guys know they updated the Zombie Infection Simulator? Well, they did. It's easier to manage than trying to post pics in comments over at stupid, MySpace. I still can't do it properly and it's really irksome.

And finally, I watched Skeleton Key for free on Tv today. I'd never seen it because I heard it sucked. In fact, it did not suck and had a really fun, terrible ending. Not the most factual movie I've ever seen, but certainly not the worst horror movie I've heard of in the last year.
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Hey there, [livejournal.com profile] paulcurtis!

The disc of Secret Smile arrived today.
You know...David Tennant reminds me very strongly of my Hot Hot former Boss.

Remember that guy?
Yummy...


Anyway, thanks man.







Pentelope is at the Huron Valley Humane Society as we speak. They had to sedate her to get blood, no surprises there I guess. They will likely be calling me back in an hour to let me know if she has liver damage. If she doesn't, I can probably bring her home. JoJo, meanwhile, is enjoying having the run of the place.

In other news, I have now been awake for 31 straight hours.
Think I'll indulge in something sweet...like a custard paczi. Mmmmm...paczi...
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You know what's fun? When the world just rallies around to feed the stalker in me.

H brings in the mail today, and the only thing I get (other than a barrage of Lane Bryant catalogs) is a flier from the Ann Arbor Civic Theatre. And haha--it had some pics of my Hot Hot former Boss. And I thought, "how considerate that the marketing department at the A2CT has allowed me to continue stalking my HH ex B without actually doing anything". He's some kind of acting guy, you know.

Of course, that's only funny because I'm not actually a stalker.
My "stalker" motto would probably be something like "Baby, if I can't have you--meh, whatever".

We saw Batman. There's a reason it's called Batman Begins.
It was pretty good, although some people were drastically under used.
Next time...

There's a new cat I want, but H says I can't get a new cat unless I get rid of the cats I have now.
As if.
Silly, H.

So I guess there will be no new cat for Wednes.

;-[
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I came home from the shelter to find and Email from my still out of work, Hot Hot Ex-Boss. He wants me to catch him up with the madstoner realted haps. After nearly 7 hours in a drug free environment though, I'm up for little more than smoking a bowl and going to sleep.

But first, a few comments on some recent deaths as reported by yahoo! news:

Firstly, the "Rick James death shocker" which reports basically that he had 9 different drugs in him when he died, including meth and cocaine. I guess my question is, who in the world is shocked by that? More shocking might have been "clean and sober Rick James dies anyway...he wasn't exactly young you know."

Secondly, Marky is now the only living Ramone. The irony here of course is that he is the "lost Ramone" as in, the one whose name you'd have the most difficulty remembering unless you were a die hard fan.

And while Roy Horn did not die (yet), I find it comical that he claims that the tiger who nearly killed him by biting him in the jugular was "just trying to help". Yeah...help you DIE!!! Although I suppose I can appreciate his not wanting the tiger to be killed. At the same time, a white tiger would make a lovely rug and probably wouldn't show much dirt.

Finally, I'd also like to thank George Lucas whose new DVD release (some kind of trilogy or something) has finally knocked Mel Gibson's "The Ass-Whooping of Jesus" DVD off the number one spot where it has been since it was released. We wish Mr Lucas good luck in his next endeavor, and fervently hope it is rated at least PG-13.
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That song "Do they know its Christmas" makes me kinda mad. I mean, they aren't Christians, why the hell would they care if its Christmas or not? And If you do really care about feeding the world, you'd do it year round, not just between Thanksgiving and Xmas...when your liberal guilt is at it peak for the season.

Perhaps you think i'm still a cranky Wednes...but alas, I am not.


I came into work today on NO sleep whatsoever, feeling surpriseingly good. And Whom should I run into here? Why, My Hot Hot Boss. Wearing a nice smile and my favorite sexy sweater. I don't mean to totally objectify him or anything, since I have so very much respect for him, in a bossy kind of way.
But.

DAY YUM!!! Some people really shouldn't go around looking so HOT HOT. It has an adverse affect on my concentration. Plus, I watched Secretary again last night...so my filthy little mind is swimming with ideas.

For some reason, the Lennon tune "And so this is Christmas" doesn't really bother me at all.
Maybe that's because I know my greek omlette is on the way.
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Went to work. Did not talk to my Hot Hot Boss in any meanningful way until after my shift, when I was not fired. I did have to sign a write up, basically saying that I've been calling in sick too often, leaving early and having transportation issues. I can't really argue, since all of that is true. They are also going to train a few more people to do my job. They were going to do that anyway, but are choosing my latest display of unreliability as the time to tell me. so tht is fine with me. In fact, I probably won't have to work on Sundays anymore, which would be great. Happily, my HHB is not mad at me and is going to help me figure out a better schedule. So I feel much better about that.

Going to the movies with [livejournal.com profile] mike21478 to see House of the Dead. It's going to suck, but I'm in the mood for some new zombies.

Oh, I just remembered I have some King Dons in the fridge.
Kick ass!
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Well, as long as everyone and thier wierd friend Ryan is at the Pig tonight, I have lots of time to myself. Well, H is at work, or beating up [livejournal.com profile] psychswitch I forget which.

Got a new book today from a co-worker: the Wiccan Bible its called. Should be interesting, as it is by an author I have not yet read. Told that big dumb jerkface I'm not going to the show with him. As anticipated, he did not seem to give a rats ass. Go figure.

There's a Rob Zombie "Greatest hit's" thingy out now. It's a CD and DVD together, and while it seems to be missing some important stuff, it also contains some stuff I want. Long story short, I'm buying that sucker ASAP!

I've also decided to get a queasy bake oven or "cookerator" as they are now called. There is a cookbook called Easy Bake Gourmet where famous chefs made up recipes for that oven where you don't have to buy the outrageously priced tiny mix packets. So yeah, if I don't get one for my birthday, I'm going to go ahead and buy myself one.

Oh, and my Hot Hot Boss is fucking AWESOME!!!
That is all.
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I control my own life...and my own destiny. I'm in charge around here--ME!!!

That right. So I'm not going to that silly comedy show this weekend, because no one else is the boss of me. No one else gets to tell me how I should feel, or what kind of opportunities I'd better take, or when I should just suck it up. Why? Because they are not the boss of me. No one gets to tell me to clean my room, even if its really really messy, nope. No one can.

I barely saw anyone all week. And I hardly did anything but think and write and ply myself with various stimuli.. Know why? Because I can...I'm in charge of the stuff I do or do not do. And if I decide not to go out, then goddammit I'm staying right the hell at home!

This weekend, I'm working, because I like to. And I'm going to hang out with whoever is around, and do whatever stuff I feel like doing. I might write terrible zombie stories or horrific sex thrillers. And If I decide to cut my hair off, self tattoo myself, or drink wine till I can't stand up, why that's my business and mine alone. Because if you havent' caught on to the jist of this yet...I'm the Only Boss of Me.

I'm staying late tonight after work. We are having a meeting where for a few breif moments, my Hot Hot Boss will, in fact, be the boss of me. But that is okay, because he almost never tries to boss me.
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its all I ever freakin do...

And today my boss said "Your per cap is really high today. Good Job!"

And I was glad because its' good to have a high per cap, plus my HHB said "High".
that was cool.

And he's really Hot.

Okay, I'm pathetic, I know this.
But it's so much fun having a crush on one's Hot Hot Boss!
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My Hot Hot Boss has a girlfriend.

A tiny blonde one.
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Well, I had to go all the way to work to find a computer with interent access, so that I can maintain my many online friendships. So if anyone thinks I've been ingnoring them, why you can just stop being so self-involved...not everything is about you, ya know! It drives me crazy not being able to check my Email, how else will I know what kind of deals CoolSavings has in store for me.

My boss is looking really Hot and unshaven and stuff today. It is quite the visual feast! They have new doors up outside my desk, and I don't like them. But I must say that the air conditioner is kickin' it large, which for you lame types means that it is functioning quite well, thank you. And my new, not stained Crew shirt is finally in my possession. It is black, just like my other 2 Crew shirts. How daring!

One or more of my cats vomited on the carpet today. Any tips on removing the offending mess?

New movies @ Madstone include: The Sea, Spellbound and Winged Migration. I also need to check out Morvern Callar to find out what's making the old folks walk out.

My housewarming is one week from this Sunday or August 17th. If you want to come and need directions, drop me an Email and if you're cool enough and local, I will send directions forthwith.
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Both cats are home from the vet, sleeping comfortably in different rooms. Turns out, the human society peeps didn't want to handle her either...she's such a scrapper. So I got a free cardboard carrier so they could load her up while she was still sleeping. She was sooo terrified...I'm glad I won't have to stress her so much for a few days.

In other news, I'm back at work, briefly in the company of my Hot Hot Boss, who is looking especially hot today. I love when that happens!
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We had a projector break so we have no showings of Italian Job despite its popularity. Art Fair is making the parking lots hellish to get around in. There are horrible, ugly people everwhere bothering me and asking stupid questions and having banal, insipid conversations about shit I could not possibly care less about.

Plus I miss my Hot Hot Boss. Its sad how much I got used to being cheered up by him...and now he's out in the world living and probably dating and doing fun stuff. And I'm stuck here in the mall like a chump.

I'm so damn depressed and no one is being nice to me. Woe is I...

I just want to go home and get baked and forget today ever happened.

Guess What?

Jul. 3rd, 2003 03:03 am
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If you google "Hot Boss", you'll get two different links to my web site.

I'm not sure why that amuses me so damn much...
...but it does!

Tom Felton

Jun. 22nd, 2003 01:25 pm
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Well, on page 195 of HP and the O of the P, I noticed something that made me laugh. In the movies, whenever that little shithead Malfoy is giving Potter the business, he does this final sneer before walking away. Just another way in which the acting in those films os so over-the-top.

Well, Ms Rowling has decided to write that move in, perhaps as a nod to the delightful Tom Felton, who plays Draco "boy you love to hate" Malfoy.

Other non-spoilery highlights: family tree info, Dumbeldore's full name, and lots and lots and lots of new characters. I'm on page 229.

And you know, half the mall is reading this book right now. My Hot Hot Boss was walking around yesterday, and everywhere he went people were reading it. Okay, gotta go.
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Going to work in a bit...dressing witchy for the HP party...and the Solstice!!!

Getting my new HP book after work!!!

Have to be in early tomorrow for another meeting before my double shift.
Why does my Hot Hot Boss always have to schedule these things early on Saturday morning. Any information they want us to remember would go down easier at 10pm Monday, than early on Saturday.

I need sleep.
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I don't really do a lot of topical newsy stuff in my Lj, but it may be time once again.

First of all, does anyone know why there is rioting on the west side of Michigan? I keep seeing all the fires and whatnot on TV, but no one seems to know what the hell is going on...

Next, what gives the shenanegans people get up to involving this new Harry Potter book? Stealing copies? Pretending not to know not to put them out early? Publishing actual pages in your widely running newspaper? What the fuck is wrong with these people? It's a damn entertaining story and all...but not enough to become a felon if you aren't already. It's just a story...you freaks!
In other HP news: Radcliffe, Grint, and Watson will indeed be in talks to extend their contracts; which end after the completion of P of A. Okay, I probably shouldn't be this interested in children's contracts...but I am...so sue me!

Also, Sopranos will be around one more season. Just one. Of course, that's what they've been saying since they started filming for Season 3. I like the program just fine, but lets get on with the mob stuff already.

Now I'm off to bed, so I can begin my work week tomorrow.
5 whole shifts of movies, ignorami, The Hulk, and my Hot Hot Boss.

Hotness!

Jun. 13th, 2003 05:04 pm
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It's been many days, but my Hot Hot Boss is still looking Hot.
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Been working on my Hot Hot Boss site all night long.

I've upped the creepiness factor, and added some new stuff, including a stalker section complete with map.

It's pretty sweet...
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So H wants to see Matrix: Reloaded again, which is enough to make me want to pull all my hair out. I ask him "Why oh Why is this neccessary?"

He tells me that this video game he is playing (Matrix for PS2), that there are cheat codes all over the fights scenes or car chases scenes on billboards of something in the movie. So he wants to see it again to copy down cheat codes.

Am I the only one who thinks this is madness?

In other news, I'm putting my hot hot boss website back up, with new and improved stalkery goodness. It will show much more of my evil side, so that will be fun for all involved I think...
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Since I do so much complaining in my journal, I thought I'd take a moment to point out a few things that are bringing me joy:

My Boss liked the sign I made for behind my concierge desk.

Hannibal Lecter video game is out soon.

We're getting The Italian Job at my work.

Sometimes people take the advice I give them.

They have Kit Kat Dark in the mall candy store.

I'm working with my favorite box office person tonight.

28 Days later is going to be awesome, and is availible on region-free DVD.

H came to visit me at work yesterday.

It is going to storm like crazy tonight.

My tattoo is getting touched up for free as soon as it heals.

And after work, peeps are coming over for a rousing evening of watching Series 7, eating butterscotch pie and smoking the pot. Should be enormous fun!

Oh, and did I mention that my Boss is totally Hot Hot Hot?
Well he is, dammit!
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I am a tired Wednes today...H and I were awake till almost 4:30am last night, then I had to be into work at 10am for a stupid meeting to talk about how we suck and need to do better. As if...

I don't get to leave work until after 10:30 tonight, but at least I have help coming, I've been in this damn box office by myself all freakin day. It's humid and gross in here, but I did get another gift from that guy from the tuxedo shop who likes me.

Take that Guernica, someone likes me!!!
*flies around like red-nosed reindeer*

I am still pretty mad at my boss, as evidenced by the funny pic of him @ my site. But he is so damn charming that it wears away my resistance and I have to smile. Fuck! I hate that I'm so weak willed around charming men...you'd think with all my smarts, that I could see thru that shit and act accordingly.

Damn you, You Charming, Handsome Bastard! Damn you all to hell!!!
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So I go to the theatre tonight to see The Matrix: Reloaded yet again...

Even thought I liked it, I was not very keen on having to see it again the next day (nor was I keen on spending $24 on cab fare last night). But because Ryan is so swell...I will. All of this goes on because my Big Stupid Boss says we can only bring one person each to the theatre.

I'm further bummed because there are lots of other people I would have loved to bring along: [livejournal.com profile] cepheidus, [livejournal.com profile] lickingtoad, [livejournal.com profile] pak_man78, and [livejournal.com profile] clockworkmonkey to name a few...
But no, I have to be a good kid, and follow the rules.

I notice that one of my co-workers has like, 7 or 8 guests with him. Which I think is very odd, but I assume they aren't there to see M:R. After all, my Big Stupid Boss says we can't do that. I figure they are leaving...

But no. There are more in the theatre already, and when I go outside to inquire as to what the fuck...still more of this guy's buddies come in to see the film. Surely, I think to myself, my boss won't allow this. We'd just talked about it the previous week. And that's when he walked into the theatre with three guests of his own.

I was so mad...I walked out of the theatre ready to quit my job.
But instead of doing that, I slept thru the movie and then went home.

On a completely unrelated topic: Marijuana Fancier's News )

I hope I get to have a nice day before I go back to work...
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Wow!

This film was amazing. I loved it...even the ending!

That Gyllenhal chick is really excellent. I loved the realism and how all the characters were so whacked out...what a great watch!!!

Spoiler )

Also, I got a new glass pipe* today from a buddy. It is really, really cool.

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