wednes: (Tyrion)
Now that I'm an *ahem* professional TV reviewer, I don't blog about TV here much. This weekend though, we had probably the most badass Doctor Who finale in the history of both Doctor Who and finales. Damn.
That shit was incredible.
I don't know why everyone's always bitching about Moffat.

Game of Thrones was merely adequate this week. Joffery's dicketry is getting tired, and the whole show is marred by every scene being too damn short--and every character not getting enough screen time. If a book is 500 words longer than a previous book, why can't the season be one episode longer?
C'mon HBO, you're a friggin' gold mine. Don't cheap out on the fans.

Finally read Under the Dome. It was long. Also, it's one of those books that makes you hate people. It's very truthy. That's SK horror.

As long as I'm on the internet, I might as well tell you what we're having for dinner. I'm roasting gold potatoes and hunks of keilbasa with peppers and veggies. When it's done roasting, I'm gonna put a creamy horseradish sauce on it. It's gonna be SO tits!

Bates Motel finale tonight. Stooooooked!
wednes: (Heart Horror)
Marketing 2.0 is about to get underway as I update my website, start a newsgroup, and continue with the paid adverts. Audiobooks will (hopefully) be out soon--but that's tougher since it's not all under my control. I'm not gonna be linking this blog to my site anymore--at least not as the main blog. I have a big awesome plan for something I could tell people about that they don't already know and will find fascinating.

So I'm stoked about that.

TV Reviews continue to be fun and good for exposure. The money is not great, but the writeoffs are awesome.

We watched Defiance, all they've showed so far. It was not bad. Derivative, but hell, what isn't? There are some future-Lannisters in it. Bright blonde hair, ruthless while pretending to be on the level, and inappropriate nakedness between family members. Mom, please put on something besides beads before you hug your kid. All I remembered was the door and weights, that there were witches, and that a girl a little older than me (at the time, I was probably about 11) was trying to steal a grown-up lady's husband. Amazingly, she was successful, which blew my mind as a kid.

For H, I got some Assassin's Creed game he had on his wishlist. He likes it, though he says he's "way behind."

Tonight I have two TV reviews--thank the gods The Following is finally ending tonight. I've had fun mocking it, and puzzling how Bacon and Purefoy could have thought this was good writing. *swoon* Purefoy...
It's so disappointing that such a promising show was SO terrible. I'm still digging Bates Motel. Both of the leads, Freddie Highmore and Vera Farmiga, give excellent performances. I expected the tacked-on brother to be a throwaway character, but he's also been interesting and good.

Reading Under the Dome so I can be in-the-know when the series comes out this summer--I'm totally reviewing that too.
wednes: (FG/Psycho)
I require the services of a web designer who can rework the front page of my website, www.wednesdayleefriday.com

When I first came up with the ideas for the site, I had no idea how important it was to have fresh content on the front page. My front page is static, and is a jumping off point to take people to other parts of the site where they can download pdf samples and podcasts, read reviews, contact page, bio, etc. But the front page doesn't change.

I need to move all the headings over to the left side of the page, and have my Twitter feed onto the other side. That way, there will be fresh content on the front page, and stupid bots won't think it's just sitting there doing nothing.

It seems like something I should be able to figure out. So far though, no luck. I need to find someone who can do this for me, preferably for a wage they'd be otherwise insulted to take. Well, not quite THAT low, but my budget is pretty tiny.

If you or someone you know is willing to take a stab at this, do let me know.

Also, if you haven't been already, do take a look at my TV reviews at GeekBinge. These days, I'm covering The Following, and Bates Motel. Coming up: Doctor Who and Game of Thrones.
wednes: (NaNo Runner)
New Resilient Brainforest is SO totally out. It's FREE, it's awesome, it's a pdf you can read on pretty much anything, and it features a new Stig & The Puppetman comic that contains...wait for it...COLOR!

Looks like Kiss Me Like You Love Me 2nd Edition is going live on Amazon as of this Monday. We're doing KDP Select for this one as well. There's a small chance that it will get held up slightly while a super famous and awesome writer reads it for review. But there's a larger chance that such will not happen.

I applied to a gig writing about movies, directors, etc. Lamentably, I attached an older version of one of my articles as a sample--and there's a giant glaring typo in the first goddamn sentence. That is sad, because it makes me look dumb-headed when I'm trying to look S-M-R-T. Why do I keep old drafts of articles? I don't know. That's why I went through fucking everything today and tossed out everything irrelevant to now.

Trying to make a few changes on the website. Like many publicity things I engage in, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. But I learned a few things recently and want to make the needed adjustments. Problem is, I know fuckall about web design aside from some basic html and MySQL. And again, that's the sort of thing you need real money to do. *sigh* Also thinking I might start promoting FB posts when stuff goes on sale, and for my book trailers. That reminds me, KMLYLM is gonna need a book trailer too. Fie.

FYI, this seasons TV review by me are as follows:
The Following S1 on FOX
Bates Motel S1 on A&E
Game of Thrones S3 on HBO
Doctor Who S7 on BBC America
Under the Dome miniseries on CBS (starting in June)
Dexter S8 on Showtime (also coming this summer)

Some of these are guaranteed awesome, and some are wait-and-see.
wednes: (Thredson)
Feeling a little sad that American Horror Story is gone for another year. If you missed my Character Retrospective, you should totally check it out. I reviewed each and every episode this season, and in case you're late to the party--I'm damn witty.
You may not even realize that you totally care what I think.
But you do...

Also reviewing Ripper Street and The Following. Ripper Street is shaping up to be really good. The Following is a couple of awesome actors doing their best with some preposterous and shitty writing. I liken Kevin Williamson's "dramatic surprises" to bird poop, in that they drop out of nowhere, with no real importance except to irritate the fuck out of you.
Plus, if everything I know about the FBI comes from watching TV, I shouldn't know way more about it than someone who is writing, directing, and producing a show that features the FBI prominently. Kevin Williamson doesn't know how to write dialogue for grown-ups either. It's also painfully, upsettingly obvious who the secret mole is.

The rest of this week is finishing the new Stig & The Puppetman, working on Millicent Mixter and a little bit of paid marketing work. I'm supposed to go get blood taken, but I keep not feeling like it. Plus, everyone outside is sick. Thinking I might watch this copy of John Dies at the End I scored. Then I can write a review of it.

Stumbled over an ad for a part-time day-job I'm looking in to, just because I think it would be enormous fun. It combines a cool combination of things I used to do, but only stuff I liked. Hint: I once worked for a magician.

I sort of wish I was good at video games. That new Aliens: Colonial Marines game looks pretty badass. I might get it for H so I can watch him play.
wednes: (Vyv ;-()
My review on the pilot ep of The Following is up.

Spoiler Alert: Dang.
wednes: (TV!!!)
The Following tonight.
Stooooooooooooked!
Or to put it another way, I'm going to be incredibly let down if it sucks.
Kevin Williamson, Google Earth knows where you live.
That means *I* know too.

Hot pic of Purefoy under the cut )
wednes: (Vyv ;-()
Twitter: I gain more followers just letting my account sit there. I seem to lose people every time I actually post something. And I hate being limited to 140 characters. Arbitrary, anyone?
This leads me to believe that Twitter is an annoying sack of crap.
So yeah...there's that.

As usual, sociopolitical stuff is inescapable since I insist on hanging out on the internets. But I can't talk about guns any goddamn more. I was thinking about opportunity in America, and how lack of it creates hopelessness, which can intensify into fear and desperation. I lot of people feel like they have less opportunity than our parent's generation had. Less money, harder to buy a home, have to take jobs you don't like, etc. But some people think we have more opportunity, mainly because of the internet.

It used to be that when you met someone, you'd ask what they do. By that, you were asking what job they had--ie, what they did for a living. But now when I ask that, I'm asking the person what they actually do. Like, what's their art, their passion, what do they make. For way too many people, what they're passionate about has little to do with how they earn a living. So asking someone what their job is not only tells you very little about them--but it may also be sort of rude. More akin to asking someone how they pay their bills as opposed to actually learning something about who they are as a person.

Then I remember how damn lucky I am to be able to do what I like full time. I'm not just writing, I'm producing audiobooks and marketing for other companies and learning all this wild new stuff. That also frees me up to make comics and learn cooking stuff and review TV professionally. On that note: I want The Following to be awesome. I'll be hella bummed if it's not. Ripper Street also starts this week on BBC America. I'm poised to dig it. My bro is coming for lunch on Sunday, and I'm making eclairs. Well, I'm attempting to make eclairs. Difficult to say what I'll actually end up with.

Tonight I have 5 more marketing articles to write, plus the draft of my next article for Kinkly. I think I have a loose plot for the next Stig & the Puppetman. I have to get that drawn by tomorrow evening so H can scan everything in for me. Four chaps to go until A Stabbing for Sadie edits are done and can be sent to Mr Publisherman for the 2nd edition. Then, audiobooks go into production.

Been watching Breaking Bad for TV night on Sundays. We're half way through season two. It's great, just like everyone says. Still, his wife and her family are so awful. I'm surprised to be liking the DEA agent much more than the women. They suck.
wednes: (Wednes Blue)
It's been asserted that I'm a cynic who thinks it's cool to rip on stuff other people like. Yeah, because people en masse have such great fucking taste. I wanted to enjoy Cabin in the Woods. I really did. It's not my fault that it sucks, or that so many people who should know better are pacified by pablum. I'm not even going to tell you how much money A Haunted House made this weekend. But it's more money than I've made collectively in my entire life to date. By all means, watch crap if you want to. I do. I love shitty slashers and terrible SyFy CGI movies. But please, don't pretend that they're good or that I'm being mean by not liking them. Please.

It's true that I don't like a lot of things "everybody" likes. As far as I know, nobody likes everything that Everybody likes. Duh. Because "everybody" doesn't actually like it. Shit that's popular for a while often fades into the background and is completely forgotten about by people who swore they'd love it forever. BTW, that's also why there should be a waiting period for tattoos. So no, it doesn't really make sense to bust on someone for not liking something other people like. I actually find people who follow every goddamn trend no matter how stupid to be infinitely more irksome.

As I so often do, I wonder what it is that makes people say "You are wrong" instead of "I disagree." Why people have to assume that there's ignorance or stupidity afoot when there is dissent. A particular peeve of mine is when people say Oh, well if you read such-and-such by so-and-so, you'd agree with me as if I'm so malleable that the right book would instantly change my mind. Books are powerful, but not more powerful than the human mind. Not MY mind anyway.

In fucking stupid news, I'm mildly bummed that [profile] sweinberg never talks to me on Twitter. He posts twenty kajillion times a day, but totally snubs me. #drag We used to be such great pals, ten years ago on LJ.
wednes: (Wednes Poison)
Yeah, I know I'm way behind on the whole Tweeting thing. I hate restricting myself to a single sentence, because you can't actually talk about anything. I'm following tons of celebs--the interesting ones. Except when I scroll down my Twitter feed, I just respond to them like I'm talking to my regular online buddies. Not sure if that's the best way to go. Somebody already told me I should leave the internet because I hate all things Evil Dead. Yeah, the internet is no place for people with shitty taste.
If you want to read my Tweets, they crosspost to FB and LJ, but I don't know how to make them post here. Yeah, I'm sure you're bummed.

Have you seen the greatest thing to happen in the history of horror television?
No? Then by all means, feast your peepers!


If you're in the mood for an announcement, you should know that both A Stabbing for Sadie and Kiss Me Like You Love Me are getting shiny new complete audiobook editions. They'll be distributed by the good people at Audible dot com, through my publisher at Macabre Ink Digital and Crossroad Press. So there. My widespread popularity is imminent. So get ready for a bunch of trollish commenters to tell me my work Suuuuuuuxxxxx1!1!1!! Because that's what happens when you get famous. I look forward to people judging my entire existence based on a single Tweet or post, and perhaps assuming things about my life based on a single photo.
That's gonna be awesome! Luckily, I've already worked a ton of customer service, so I won't be surprised at the shitty meanness of the public at large.

Putting together a series of articles detailing my career in phone sex. Also did a review of...well, I'll post it once it's up. Let's just say, it's been a long while since I've been able to write off sex toys as a business expense. ;-]

Hope to have S4S edits done by next week so I can seriously draft and polish Millicent Mixter's Guide. Been writing that in sections that I have not put all together. Stig and the Puppetman continues to be awesome. These days, all the comics are 4 pages long. I'll have a book in no time!
wednes: (Tyrion)
The fake apocalypse was basically the same as any other. I didn't actually meet anyone (except H's mom that one time) who believed it was real. I heard from dozens of Christians who leapt at the chance to mock the beliefs of others--as if mayans foreseeing the apocalypse is more absurd than virgin births, reanimated non-zombies, and . Nice, eh? I presume tomorrow we'll once again hear all the terrible things people who DID believe it was the end of the world actually did. Let's hope they kept the murder to a minimum.

Toward the beginning of November, my cousin Victoria sent me an Amaryllis bulb that was supposed to grow into a flower if I didn't kill it in the mean time. I read the instructions, and watered it a few times--fully expecting it to die long before it grew anything. A few days ago, H asked me if I'd seen my flowers (we keep plants in the only animal-free room we have--H's office). Sure enough, there were two giant flowers on it. A few days later, there were twice as many. Can you even imagine in? You don't have to, because look:


Amazing, no?

I put H's stocking gifts out last night. Only then did it occur to me that I didn't buy him any candy this year. Now I have to decide if I want to go out and get some. I'm pretty sure I don't, but we shall see. He's already getting some cool stuff. I got him a Bugs Bunny T-shirt, and another shirt from T-fury which is of the 10th Doctor Who. Plus a bottle of hot sauce and a 11th Doctor Who screwdriver that is an actual screwdriver. His stocking has new earbuds, paperback replacements of Alien and Aliens, astronaut ice cream, and some sticky notes with the TARDIS on them.

We got a juniper bonsai from Team Wilcox. If we can keep JoJo from eating it, it will be awesome. It's really cool looking, but I don't want to post a pic yet in case we kill it. Treated myself to a gift in the form of this highly recommended gadget for aromatherapy. What? It's therapy. It's aromatic. You wanna fight about it?

Dexter Retrospective should go up soon. I'm reviewing the first season of The Following (if it lasts a whole season, fricken FOX), and Ripper Street on BBC. I somehow managed to secure Game of Thrones reviews in March as well. Depending on my schedule, I may see about reviewing Bates Motel as well. So that will be fun.

Happy Solstice, kids!

Blecch!

Dec. 18th, 2012 02:58 pm
wednes: (Heavenly Creatures)
Still crawling out of my angry depressed black hole. Wanted to get some stuff out of the way early so I could get some work done. No dice. Tired. Blah.

The Dexter finale was okay, but didn't settle much.
Gave H his birthday pressies last night since he's working on his actual birthday.

He got:
A Phillies T-shirt
Doctor Who Illustrated Dictionary
Dead Island for PS3.

Funnily enough, Dead Island instructions and characters read almost exactly like Left 4 Dead. Don't gamers get sick of that?

Finished 3 flavors of lip BLAM (peppermint patty, cherry cordial, lime in the coconut) and then ten 1oz pots of chest rub. It's gonna say on it Zom-Balm. "A shot to the head...cold." Hahahahahahaa! Gonna make a few cakes or cookies and send them out to fam with the balms. Cool, eh?
wednes: (Grimey)
Time for my yearly Thanksgiving post.
Lucky you!

I am thankful to be doing the writer thing for reals. I write for my living, and I write books. I have a little side income from fun writing like interviews and TV reviews. I'm making comics and editing my own book trailer together. Once I have 120 pages or so of Stig and the Puppetman Imma totally get that shit published as its own book.
It's amazing to me that I have second editions coming out. I'm blown away by the fact that I'm making actual money from books I've written. It still seems more like an impossible fantasy than something I have to get done before the end of the month. If that makes any sense.

I am thankful to have family in my life, which is not something I'm known for saying. Years of reconciling the "loss" of a family made me forget how really awesome some of those people are. I got a cool sparkly pink card from my favorite aunt (who is also my godmother). You have to remember someone's birthday at least a week in advance, and then go get them a card, find a goddamn stamp...it's a whole friggin' ordeal to get a card to someone a few days before a birthday.
Plus, you know, I've got that brother I think is pretty cool. Not sure if he's coming to the par tay on Saturday, but I hope so. Looks to be a fun crowd this year. Glad to be keeping the menu simple--but yummy. Prepare for toom, peeps! (no, I don't mean toom-flavored peeps, because that would be nightmarish)
I also got a birthday card from my insurance agent, and my alma mater. My alma mater seems to think I can afford to do a lot more donating than I'm actually doing.

As usual, what I'm most thankful for is H.
My husband is my perfect match.
So yeah, I've got the kind of life that blows my mind with goodness.
Speaking of blowing my mind with goodness, I made this:
wednes: (Zombie B&W)
I have to admit, this season's Walking Dead is not as shitty as last season. The first is still my favorite--because it's really a 6-hour long zombie drama. It bucks a lot of traditional tropes, and showed us the kind of drama we don't usually get from my beloved subgenre.
At the same time, I hate the overuse of CGI, and last week was ridiculous. Maybe some of you know better than I, but I declare major shenanigans at Michonne cutting a zombie essentially in half with a Katana. I'm digging David Morrissey as The Governor, thus far. But that's not what occasions me to post about The Walking Dead. I have a few *spoilery* questions about Carol Peltier )

The eclipse was cool. I hope everyone watched it.
wednes: (Heart Horror)
The peeps over at GeekBinge, of which I am one, put together a series on our favorite Halloween subgenre films. I would not say these are my definitive pics. It was first come, first serve. But, they are all good films worth mentioning to the yowens.

#1 Haunted House Movies

#2 Monster Movies

#3 Horror Comedies

#4 Horror for the Whole Family Oddly, there are two rated-R movies on this list. o.O

#5 Psychological Horror

For the first time in I have no idea...I didn't do crap for Halloween this year. How strange. And how untypical of me. I will be reviewing American Horror Story though. That'll be good.

Stay safe to my buddies on the East Coast.
And come back, Daily Show and Colbert!
We need you now more than ever.
wednes: (TV!!!)
First up, I'm still giving away a book every day until the end of the month. And why the hell wouldn't I? It's All Hallows Read!

New Reviews for this week's Dexter and Boardwalk Empire are up! I'm sort of bummed that all the discussion about my reviews seems to take place on the social network sites where they are posted, rather than on the article itself. I've chosen to pretend that's because my fan base is too internet savvy to read the comments. ;-]

Thunderstorm tonight. I approve.

Trying to decide what device I'm going to buy so I can use PayPal-Here at events and book signings. I don't really want to get an iPhone because the data plan is a large and needless expense. I work from home and I rarely travel, so Wifi is fine for me 98% of the time. I'm looking at the iPad mini, but I'm also wondering if an iPod touch with Wifi wouldn't be enough. I need to check the specs of everything. I want to do this as affordably as possible, but I really need to do it.

Haven't heard from the new publisher in a bit, but I'm hoping to get KMLYLM back into print soon. Sadie edits are behind since I have so much freelance work to get done. Also gonna try to do a new Stig and the Puppetman by the end of the month. Kind of relieved I'm not doing a bunch of Halloween stuff this year.

Decided to buy myself a new hoodie. My favorite hoodie finally got too many burn holes and cat claw holes and had a broken zipper and a frayed hood. It had to go. The next season, I bought another hoodie that was too thin and short, so I gave it to my friend who had no hoodie at all. The winter after that, I got one that was thicker, but still too short. So, the next year I got one I was sure would be long enough, but it was also far too thin. This one is both long and thermal lined. And it's navy blue, just like the one I lost. I'm stoked.
wednes: (Stabby Rage)
American Horror Story: Aslyum served it up last night. The link is me, telling GeekBinge all about it.

Having quit my day-job in July, I have now (mid October--uh, go me?) secured enough steady work that I don't actually need to look for more. I'm back to paying my share around here and getting those fucking medical bills off my back. Oddly enough, our deductible is actually going down next year. Thanks, Obamacare. It's still a bitch to come up with a few extra thousand dollars every year; but right now I'm just thankful that we're not getting crushed even harder than the previous year--which is what's been happening since oh, 2001 or so.

In addition for my writing and editing at ZZN, I'm also writing for GeekBinge (see above), and doing marketing writing for a company what shall remain nameless. Doing occasional mystery shops so I can get free stuff and have a reason to step outside on occasion. Recently secured a gig with a sexy-times site called Kinkly. My first article for them will go up soon. H finally relented on letting me use my real name since I'm not talking about anything from the POV of personal experience. Apparently, the fact that we have an awesome sex life is supposed to be some kind of giant secret. So if you see H, pretend you know nothing...
Actually, if you *do* see him, wish him a Happy Anniversary, because it's tomorrow. Though we've been together since 1999, we've only been married since 2007.

Still fighting this same chest cold I've had for a friggin' month. Good thing, as bleaching out the entirety of the CPAP every night grows tedious.

I predict that Obama will win the election.
I don't think even Americans en masse are stupid enough to fall for Romney and his bullshit.
wednes: (Sow the Seed)
My sleep schedule has been full of the craze--Crazeful, if you will...
I've always wanted to be in some kind of Overlook Hotel situation where I can sleep, wake, eat etc whenever I wanted with no thought of anyone else's schedule. I'd be curious to see how much sleep I'd actually want, and what the intervals would be. *sigh* No matter what I do, someone wants to make some kind of demand of my time. If only I could be totally snowed in.

I'm cutting this pic due to hugeness )
This marvelous thing arrived in the mail. WOW! and wow again.
Big thanks to the sender, [profile] crowjoy. You are badass!

Under this cut is a rather large pic of one of the anthologies I was in over the summer. )

My Obama Biden 2012 bumper sticker also arrived. I'm not posting a pic since I presume you've all seen a fucking bumper sticker before.

In case you forgot, or *gasp* didn't know to begin with, I'm covering a few shows this season for GeekBinge. Whatever you do, do NOT cheat yourself out of the awesome episode reviews I'm putting up for Boardwalk Empire on HBO, and Dexter on Showtime. Starting this week, I'm also covering American Horror Story. When the mid-season shows start, I'll also be doing episode reviews of Following--which is the new series with Kevin Bacon and *swooooooon* James Purefoy. That guy is stupid-hot, and even more swoonworthy is the fact that he's an engaging and versatile performer.

I'm not actually covering The Walking Dead this season. I presumed someone at ZZN would handle it, but that place is might as well have virtual tumbleweeds rolling past. I wish the dudes would come back and write some shit. After all...it's zombie season. It can't be all about Floridians eating each other's faces, after all.

This Friday is my 5-year Wedding anniversary.
Time flies when you're happily married, eh?
wednes: (Wednes in 1985)
It's not a very obscure literary reference, so I'm gonna assume you all know.



So this happened. Finster came in town from Cali just to go to the show. What show, you ask? Jason McCauley Berry and the All Night Fish Market. Back in the day, Finz and I went to these shows endlessly, roughly weekly but sometimes more. If you picture them dark and blurry, it'd look something like this.


It was a time for beer drinking and terrible jobs, hunting for a cool boyfriend and eventually realizing a girl friend would make more sense. A time for drugs and floundering, figuring shit out and wallowing in grand ideas and stupid mistakes. A time for a Heathen Ranch, gazing up longingly at the poverty line, and realizing that I was honest to Zod crazy and needed to do something about it.

Before the gig, there was a BBQ at the new home of my old friend and former Heathen Ranch roommate. A few other friends from that era were there. Newsflash: Having children ages people a LOT. Everybody's still as sexy as ever though. The dude on the far right is Joe, who is Our Narrator in the KMLYLM podcast. I know, right?


Merriment ensued.


My old friend literally lives within walking distance of my mom's house in Royal Oak. We drove right by it on the way to the bar, which was in Ferndale.

H actually got the night off work to come with. Because I asked him to. He hates bars, parties, going out, and being around crowds. He mostly sat at the table watching my bag. I mostly walked around acting like the queen of the castle, puffing the wacky tobacky, drinking tons of water and a few sips of coca cola, and dancing my ass off. I imagine some unflattering pics of said dancing will be showing up on Facebook over the next week. Can't wait...


Officially, the party was for our friend Bill, who was turning 40. Bill is an awesome guy who totally has not changed since back in the day. It's a weird thing to suddenly be back among people who knew me when I was a totally different person. And it's crazy to hear how people remembered me, how they "always knew" I'd be successful, and how I always seemed like I'd do great things. Not for nothing, but I don't recall 98% of these people mentioning that at the time. Quite the opposite, in fact. Anywhoo...


The gig was amazing. Jason still has the sweetest voice ever. I love it so much. The last song of the night was about me. I don't mean that in an absurd drunk-girl kind of way. The song Blues for a Better Wednesday was written about me, roundabout 1990. I'll probably podcast it sometime so you can all hear it. Jason called it their best song. I was quite touched.

The whole event was tremendous fun, and illustrated rather sharply the differences between my life then, and my life now. There were a bunch of people I was delighted to see, and a few conspicuous absences, and a healthy handful of people who said how happy they were to see me--who I didn't recognize at ALL. I look pretty much the same as ever, but most of the dudes put on weight and lost their hair. A lot of the chicks totally changed their hair, and everyone was wearing dark glasses for some reason. People kept hugging me and H would ask who they were, and I wouldn't know. Bizzarre, but nice to be so well loved, amirite?


In other news, I have a ton of work to do this week. Tonight I'll draft the review of the Dexter premiere, which I'll finish and put up tomorrow. Also tomorrow will be watching and putting up a review of the new Boardwalk Empire ep. Have you been reading my Reviews at GeekBinge? You totally should be. I'll also be covering American Horror Story when that comes back--in just 17 days!!!

Also, I'll be finishing the new Stig and the Puppetman comic. After that, I'll be tearing into A Stabbing for Sadie to make edits for the 2nd edition. I changed almost nothing from KMLYLM. It's gonna get a new introduction and some new "Thanks." I thought about going back through some of Dami's dialogue but decided against it. That book is pretty good as it is, and doesn't need me um...Lucasing it up. Sadie, OTOH, is getting tore up and thematically embiggened.

The next book is outlined and ready for me to write the hell out of it for NaNoWriMo. If you're planning to get down with the NaNo this year, be sure to add me as your buddy. This one is set for a 2013 release as well, so I kind of have to rock this thing hard core. Luckily, that is typically how I roll.

In sadder news, I walked away from cooking bacon today and it burned to an inedible blackened crisp. I was sad. Bacon abuse. No.
wednes: (Snakes on a Plane)
Scraps of money still coming in here and there, nothing solid or steady quite yet. I am becoming frustrated, but still hopeful.

I finally watched Solomon Kane starring James Purefoy. He is, if you did not know, the sexiest Brit alive. It was pretty good. Not sure why there haven't been a few more of those. Atmospheric, nice period style, cool effects, and did I mention that James Purefoy is sexy?
He's got a mid-season show coming up where he's playing a serial killer. Yummy! Kevin Bacon is on it, which is handy because it links him to the entire cast of ROME.

A friend recommended Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon. I had vaguely heard of it, but thought it was a real documentary about the Friday the 13th movies. Actually, it's a fake documentary that discusses slasher icons as if they were real, and follows a killer as he does his thing. The writing was clever, and there were plenty of fun cameos, in jokes, and over the top performances.

Finished checking out season one of Breaking Bad. Man, that's a good show. Excellent writing, outstanding character development. Can't wait to see where it goes next. I can't imagine Walt's wife becoming any more vile, but I'm told that she does.

Daniel Radcliffe is starring in the movie adaptation of Joe Hill's Horns. I've not read any Joe Hill yet, but I've heard good things. Alexandre Aja is directing. All of [profile] eroslane's chiding aside, I dig him and am confident that this will be worth checking out.
wednes: (Neville)
Finally started watching Breaking Bad. My brother loaned me the first season, and I'm gonna watch the season finale tomorrow. Odd to be getting into a new show just as the fall TV season begins, but that's just how it worked out. Walt's wife is a vile bitch.

In further TV news, I'm now getting paid to write about this season's Dexter, American Horror Story, and Boardwalk Empire. This means that ALL of our cable is now a business expense including HBO and Showtime), instead of just the internet. So big Yay for that!

Commissions are still trickling in. That's great and all, but if I ever want to see the inside of a dentists office again, they'll have to send a lot more work my way. I do like PayPal's record keeping interface thusfar.

In my own news, I'm about half-past give-a-shit with certain kinds of fuckery. I was actually called a liar on the internets recently, and told that I was making up mean things about a certain religion because I hate certain people and want to destroy them. Sadly, this comes from someone I actually know in real life who went as far as to say How am I supposed to explain to my children that you hate us???. I suppose the same way you explain all the other crazy shit you've hallucinated. Even if it were true, it wouldn't be any crazier than animals on a boat not eating each other on a long voyage.
I can only conclude that they've gone batshit, or that they've always been batshit and I just never noticed. Even though I'm pissed about it, I don't see a point in trying to convince anyone that it isn't true. Not only do religions need no help from ME to sound batshit, but the religions themselves are all equally annoying--the variance comes from the practitioners.

Fuckery #2 would be the whole Show and Tell with the Family Finances bullshit. I'm amazed at how many people think "discussing my writing career" means I'm supposed to tell them all about how much money I make, what my contracts say, or what my cut of this or that is. On what fucking planet is that considered polite discourse? And I'm certainly not giving that information to anyone with the audacity to ask me to borrow money. In the end, I'm torn between wanting to be understanding and compassionate, and telling people to quit being such selfish assholes. Plus I have that weird issue where if I think someone is trying to impress me, it makes me want to punch them in the face.

Writing: The Finster Effect is off to the publisher who is putting a hawk-eyed editor on that shit. Edits to A Stabbing for Sadie begin soon since they want the manuscript by the end of the month. KMLYLM edits will be next, and pretty minimal.
Gonna try to do a new Stig and the Puppetman comic every month. If you've not downloaded the FREE comic it appears in Resilient Brainforest is up for the grabbing.
Also gearing up to write my first non-fiction book, which is largely shrouded in mystery. Gonna NaNoWriMo that shit, just as a matter of scheduling convenience.
wednes: (Work)
I'm signing a contract for a freelance gig that is essentially well-paid, per project content creation. It's cool, but not exactly my dream job. And I'm not sure how steady the work will be.

Was supposed to hear back on the job I was testing for. Was supposed to get an automated Email last night letting me know. I stayed up until 12am PST to get it, even though 3am on a Sunday is late even for me. Didn't hear. Still haven't heard. The site indicates that I finished the test, but no results. I are irked. It specifically says not to write and ask for results, but if they're more than 2 days late, I probably will. Right now they're only 18 hours late.

Also waiting on another contract that will allow me to make a big announcement. I imagine most of you have figured it out already. Plus, I told 3 people not counting H. I hate waiting, and I suck at it.

For movie night, we watched Hannah. I was hoping it would be pretty good. I ended up digging the hell out of it. Was worried at one point that the ending would flop, but I felt quite satisfied. H and I are fans of Eric Bana, and Cate Blanchette is great in everything. Tonight, H and I are finally gonna watch The Horde. Last week we checked out The Revenant, and thought it was pretty good, and I'll likely write that up for ZZN.
Speaking of ZZN, got some fun interviews coming up. A few of the kids from Zombie Hunter and a Dr Rotz who does a series of web vids that I'm finding pretty hilarious.

Michael Dorn is the Captain in the new Star Trek series.
Imma watch the hell out of it! (Of course, I said that about Enterprise but didn't actually watch it due to its lameness)

And finally Mel Hines and James L Grant have dropped yet another webcomic on an unsuspecting world. Failure to Fire is online as of today. It's gonna be awesome.
wednes: (Stabby Rage)
You may recall my interview with Joshua Hoffine back in April of 2011. He had just busted out with Pickman's Masterpiece, a series of photos based the Lovecraft story. Damn, it's awesome.
Hoffine is a horror photographer who shares my love of primal terror, and the belief that the best scares come from deep within us all.

Today I got a press release (and early pic, but I can't post it online) for his new thing, and man...it is badass! I loves it!!


Joshua Hoffine, the internationally renown Horror Photographer
residing in Kansas City, reveals his latest masterpiece: JACK THE
RIPPER.

Joshua Hoffine's work exploded on the internet and in numerous
magazines and news outlets around the world in 2008 when he released
his collection of photographs exploring the nature of childhood fears.
Since that time he has cultivated a massive cult following for his
meticulously staged photographic works regarding, as he puts it, "the
psychology of fear."

Conceived as a 2-panel diptych, JACK THE RIPPER depicts the moments
"just before" and "just after" a grisly alleyway murder. "What makes
Jack the Ripper compelling to me", Hoffine says, "is that nothing is
known about him. Because he was never caught, we have no actual
information about who he was or why he committed his gruesome crimes.
What we have is not a historical or biographical portrait, but a
communally imagined idea of Jack the Ripper as an aristocratic
predator. As a boogeyman, he graphically symbolizes the idea of the
wealthy and powerful preying on the poor."

On September 4th, Hoffine will be officially releasing the first image
of his project online. Signed archival prints will be available for
purchase though his website at WWW.JOSHUAHOFFINE.COM. He will be
releasing the second part of his project on October 1st.


You can find this cat on Facebook, and do check out his incredible photography on his site. It's all staged photography, not photoshop.
Plus, he's a super nice guy.



In Wednes-related news, I took a longish 2-part test for an awesome work from home day-job. It's more than I was making at the last day job, but much less than a phonsex operator. *snicker* All this hounding of freelance clients for money has already become tiresome. I think I'm more productive with a steady gig, rather than chasing work with big payments that are few and far between. Plus, writing about flowers wasn't that fun. Anyway, I'll hear about that on Monday.
Next week, we're also getting cheaper cable. No non-evil cable companies exist where I am. So we're getting rid of Comcast and getting AT&T. On paper, they'll give us a lot more for less money. I hear the internet will be slower. I hope it's not too annoying. The DVR will record 4 channels at once, which will totally rescue my Sunday night. Yeah...I got first-world problems.
;-]

Watched the RNC convention last night. It seems that the next time we see Paul Ryan, he'll have a very long nose and will have to resign himself to never becoming a Real Boy.
wednes: (MamaCass)
Ah yes, another beautiful week in the rat race. Ha! Been thinking about rats an awful lot as I'm still going over The Finster Effect draft for what I hope will be the last time before it goes to the editor... if there's a new editor to be had sometime soon. You know, on the off chance that the book got picked up but I haven't actually announced it yet because the contract aren't in hand.

Wouldn't THAT be something?

Newsroom season finale was last night. Aaron Sorkin, I've never really watched your stuff before, but I am digging the hell out of this.

True Blood finale as well. Cut for Spoilers, like it matters. )

This week I'm testing for a new day-job gig. If I don't pass, I'll need to get set up with Windows on Ye Olde Mac (something I've been avoiding hardcore) so I can do this transcription gig I heard about. Honestly, I'm kind of a typo-monger, so who knows how that'll go. Anyway, hoping to pass this test so my income will, at least, be less erratic.

EDIT (Mon, 9:30ish pm) I passed part one!
Tomorrow, I start part 2 and think it might take a long, long time.
They gave me 161 pages of stuff to read, which took a long time for some reason.


H bought organic quinoa at the store. Man...I fucking love quinoa. I'd eat it exclusively in place of rice if we could afford it. Considering a bag of rice is 79 cents and regular quinoa is $9.50 for slightly less (this one was on sale for $6), it's a tricky thing to talk H into. Anyway, a little chicken stock and some veggies, and deliciousness is sure to ensue. It's also great in soup.

In pondering news, I'm stuck on how many of our sociopolitical issues begin with people believing things about others that aren't actually true.
wednes: (Default)
So let's just get this out of the way...


In more Wednes-centered news, I'm in a new anthology that is out in paperback today! Fortune: Lost and Found is a collection of short stories about how the pursuit or loss of monies can be...you know, horrifying and deadly. Been reading it on the Kindle, and there are some really great stories in it. I'm quite proud of mine, which is called Trabajando Alegre. It's about a government program to assist poor Latino immigrant-types. Horror ensues.

Speaking of money, it's Election Season. I recall saying roughly four years ago about how incredibly angry I feel at people who would actually vote McCain/Palin. How was that possible? How could anyone look at those people and say "Gosh, imagine how awesome the USA would be with them in charge!" ??? I couldn't imagine. This time is, if anything, worse. Mitt Romney isn't just a robotic war hero who altered all of his beliefs so he could try for a job he really, really wanted (like McCain). He's a monster. A MONSTER.

Mitt Romney is a lifelong bully and snotty rich asshole. No, I don't think all rich people are snotty assholes. But he clearly is. I'm not jealous of his amazing job-creation abilities, his many houses, or his fleet of robot sons. For somebody running on a ticket of profound America-love, it's sort of odd that no one in his family ever served. I mean, Obama never served, but he's not pretending that he loves flags and patriotism more than...well, the American People.

That's the crux of it for me. Romney is NOT a man of the people. No one, ever, anywhere could possibly look at (what's actually available of) his record and think that he was. Unless you're super, dooper rich, voting Romney/Ryan is akin to punching yourself in the face. Romney thinks laborers who want living wages should have gone to college so they could have better jobs--never mind that he wants to cut programs that help poor kids go to college without emerging 30K in debt. He thinks women should keep their legs closed if they don't want to be baby machines, and that EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE should love the same god as him, the same way he loves him, and that anyone not wearing magical underwear is not to be trusted.
Actually, he might not think any of those things, because he's the most dishonest motherfucker in the history of politics. Nixon could advise this guy on morality...if he's still got his head in that Futurama jar, I mean.
Romney accuses poor people of hating rich people when his disdain for the poor is the stuff of legend. He tells every non-super rich person that they are essentially worthless, they're problems are beneath his notice, and that if they want to be equal under the law--they should become a corporation. Now why the fuck didn't I think of that?

And then there's Paul Ryan, who fully intends to cut the many programs that made him rich in the first place. This would include social security (which he received after his father died), infrastructure money (which funded his family's construction business for over 60 years), and of course, the stimulus, which he called "a monstrosity" of spending but still helped himself to--for Green Jobs he now feels are unimportant.

These are the gentlemen calling foul on the NaNaNaBooBoo Stick your head in DooDoo audacity of the Democrats when they finally said "Hey Romney man, do you even pay taxes?" His actual comments were a rousing "No Comment" followed by tons of lies about what other people did or did not do. That'll learn people to question the integrity of Sir Mittington of Romneyshire.
I can't wait to see how giant a write-off Rafalca is now that the Olympics is over. He's probably strapped to the roof of a car someplace...

Okay, so it's Friday. A friend is coming over for dinner and nail polish. We'll probably watch some True Blood just so I can show her how shitty it's become. I'd really like to throw a drink on the new writers. Hey, HBO! Yes, I DO think I could do a better job writing dialogue than that. Fly me out to wherever the hell your writers are, and I'll show you...if I get to do lunch with the guys who play Jason, Hoyt, and Terry. *Cougar Growl*
Maybe while I'm rewatching, I'll count how many times the word FUCK is used where interesting or revealing dialogue should actually be.

This weekend shall be Finster edits, an Epic Subbing, finishing my secret-short-story mashup project, and working on my comic for Resilent Brainforest #2. This time, I have an idea that might end up being multiple comics. I'm kind of into it, though who knows what'll happen once I look around the internet to make sure my idea isn't already a thing. I hate when that happens. I thought I was the cleverest chick in the world when I came up with Welcome Back, Potter about the wizard who returns to teach unruly kids at his alma mater. *sigh*
wednes: (Peanut Butter/Jelly)
I think Daniel Tosh is pretty funny. I'm also a fan of Family Guy, South Park, and a few other humorous programs that are largely aimed at boys in their 20's. I further think that Trey and Matt, Seth McFarland, Dave Chapelle and Daniel Tosh are much smarter than they appear and some are masters at their particular craft. (Okay, Tosh is no John Oliver, but he's getting there.) This week, rape-victims and non rape-victims alike have raised their collective voices in declaring blood feud against Daniel Tosh after an incident during a recent stand-up gig.

Let's start with the amusing headline Daniel Tosh wishes rape on heckler, shall we? A stand up comedian is doing some stand up comedy. The comedian is Daniel Tosh, and some of the comedy is about rape. Carlin did rape jokes, as did Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Wanda Sykes, and plenty of other people whose names escape me at the moment. And some woman in the audience thought she ought to tell Tosh that "rape jokes are never funny." Apparently, she thought was the US Secretary of Comedy or some shit...

Forbidden Humor is a conversation I've had with plenty of passionate, well-meaning people of both genders. In brief, I think:
--No topic should ever be completely off limits for comedy.
--Comedy is FAR too valuable as a coping tool for anyone to create an arbitrary standard for which subjects no one may be allowed to take lightly.
--There's a difference between "this isn't funny to me" and "joking about this is morally wrong."
--Saying no subject should be off limits is NOT the same as defending any particular joke regardless of taste, hate-quotient, cruel intent, or ignorance.

As to this particular incident, I can understand why people are upset. But I reject the characterization that Tosh "wished rape" on a woman because he heckled her back. If you find tasteless jokes upsetting, going to see Tosh seems like a dumb thing to do. If you didn't know how offended you'd be, the polite thing to do is to leave quietly if it becomes too much for you. If you're SO offended that you feel you have NO OPTION other than to interrupt someone's rehearsed performance, by all means feel free to do so.
But bear in mind though that you've voluntarily climbed into the hot seat, surrounded by people who have paid good money to cheer the other guy. He has to keep control of the room or he's sunk. What kind of a reaction was she expecting? Would it have been less rude of him to tell her to go the fuck home?

So no, Tosh heckling back during a set of rape jokes does not really equal him "wishing" that some rude woman in a club gets gang raped...at least not to anyone who's ever met a human being before. We all say stupid shit when we're flustered, tired, angry, nervous, whatever. Granted, Tosh has a long history of tasteless jokes and plenty of things that anger feminists. And like my experiences with American Psycho, I can't fucking stand it when my liberal feminists pals feel like they get to judge me or label me as "part of the problem," or the omnipresent threat of unfriending all who disagree. Yeah, that's why America has free speech, so we can refuse to talk to each other like a bunch of fucking playground babies if we disagree and are also angry...that'll solve everything.

From my own experience, I've been heckled while speaking to a crowd. I heckled back, and know that someone laughed somewhere in there. After the speech, I needed to ask other people what I'd actually said because I had no fucking idea. I was so nervous I wanted to puke. I could have called my heckler a lesbian Hitler in blackface and I wouldn't have fucking remembered.

Let's look for a mo' at what this heckler had to say for herself: I did it because, even though being “disruptive” is against my nature, I felt that sitting there and saying nothing, or leaving quietly, would have been against my values as a person and as a woman. I don’t sit there while someone tells me how I should feel about something as profound and damaging as rape.

Ah, so essentially, she didn't want to be disruptive, she had to. Being polite was against her values...her values that said she needed to let a comedian know in the middle of his act that she didn't find him funny. And when the guy trying to perform had the nerve to disagree, her values dictated that she continued to argue with him. You know, for all rape victims everywhere...or something.

Honestly, I'm not trying to mock her. I'm trying to point out how stupid it is to make some sort of ridiculous faux stand in a rude way and then attack the performer because his off the cuff reaction was no less to your liking than his prepared remarks. No one is forcing you to hear comedy that you don't like. And comedy that you don't like isn't hurting you. And making a joke about rape isn't the same as laughing AT someone who's been raped.

Was Tosh's joke tasteless? Sure, probably. Does him making that joke necessarily mean that he delights in violent sexual assault and daydreams about his hecklers being sodomized? No.
Does this woman need to be "less sensitive?" Also No. But if she doesn't like a show, she should not see it, or protest through the usual channels, or tell Tosh after the show, or be ready for a shitstorm when she starts one.
Honestly, some of the stuff on Tosh's show grosses me out and I have to turn away lest I start gagging. See how that works, I can stop watching something instead of insisting that everything my eyes can see has to tailor itself to my specific tastes. Ahhhhhhhh...merica!

EDIT: (Saturday morning, 3:34am) I didn't think this needed explaining, but apparently it does. The Daniel Tosh you see on TV and in stand-up is a character. You know, like the way Stephen Colbert plays a character. Yes, it's a radically different character. But it's baffling to me how many people honestly think that Tosh was literally saying that he'd enjoy and find humor in a woman being violently gang raped in front of him. And more baffling considering how many of the people going batshit about it are every bit as sarcastic as Tosh. Oh, sarcasm isn't supposed to be taken literally? You don't say? I presumed that if the subject matter was uncomfortable, I was supposed to assume everything said is intended literally. Else how can I show my solidarity/support for rape victims?
I'm also growing weary of the overwhelming percentage of people who feel they must quantify their remarks by revealing whether or not they've been raped. That's just weird to me. I don't get it.

Apparently I also need to point out that I don't think rape is hilarious as a rule. I understand fully that it's a horrible thing, a serious issue, and something all men should be taught from childhood is a gross violation of the very concept of humanity. That's exactly why it can be vital to use humor to address, diffuse, and deconstruct so-called rape culture. While one could certainly argue that this was not Tosh's intention, look at the discourse that's happened due to this event. It ranges from mindless to profound, and rises to the level of a internet trollish car wreck, but people have discussed rape more in the last three days since the last time they tried to arrest Julian Assange.
And SOME people have to walk away from that with a greater understanding of the issues surrounding rape than they had going in.
wednes: (Wednes Poison)
--Five shifts and counting left at the day-job. I've requested an exit interview.

--Falling Skies continues to elude greatness, while remaining just interesting enough for H and I to keep watching. Last week's death was a tough one. I still say Terra Nova was better.

--Gearing up to begin Torchwood. Woot.

--Nora Ephron. *sigh*

--An Anonymous gift giver sent me a hardcover copy of this amazing thing, which arrived today. I am beyond stoked.

--Have a phone interview tomorrow night for a different job that I'd be very good at, I suspect.

--Hatfields and McCoys part one was so boring I could cry. Gonna try part 2 soon in the hopes that Bill Paxton will be hotter and more interesting.

--Best fruit salad EVER: peaches, white nectarines, plums, bananas, cherries, frozen blueberries, canned pineapple, (everything but the pineapple is organic and amazing). Sauce was melted lemon sorbet, and lime juice. Mmmmmm.
It's going on some toaster waffles later on.

--Working on a new article that should be of great interest to many of you. Also have some stuff cooking for ZZN. Interview slots opening up soon. Lemme know if you know someone I should be talking to.

--True Blood has been boring as shit this season. Seriously.
wednes: (Tyrion)
I'm pursuing a job that would essentially make me a professional watcher of television. Suck it, people who thought such a thing was impossible. I'm so super stoked, even if I can't make a real living at it, it's going to be tons of fun. I sent them a cool batch of what they call Cards about a TV show of my choice. I picked last week's ep of Girls, which is an HBO show I'm currently digging the hell out of.

I don't feel like going on and on about TV just now. But Girls is good stuff. They are all very real and flawed and way too reminiscent of my own 20's. A talking-doctor once called them "The Terrible 20's" because for women especially, we're so busy unlearning all the shit we were taught about being women--we barely are able to maintain control of our own lives. I don't even want to tell you how many times I thought I was irretrievably insane during my 20's. But I digress, it's a good watch. See it, if you're able.

Do I even need to say how badass Game of Thrones is? How incredibly epic? How Peter Dinklage exemplifies why it's not TV, it's HBO? I really love their trend (yes, I'm calling twice a trend) of having the epic emotional finale in the second to last episode of the season--leaving the finale for all hell to break loose. I am SO ready for that shit.

Guess what? Now this is happening.
wednes: (TV!!!)
Got a hit back from a recruiter for a TV writing gig. Yay! It's more like a multimedia Tweeting thing. They seem like a cool company, and the kind of thing I'll be bummed later if I don't get in on now. So I'm going to prepare a sample thingy for them tomorrow.
They seem to be looking for coverage for shows I don't watch. Like my current gig, it was a long time before I didn't feel like I was lying by pretending to know about shit I know nothing about. I won't have that kind of settle-in time for this. It'll be sink or swim right outta the box. Still, it's on my short list of dream jobs. Imma go for it.

Tap shoe funding drive will begin this weekend. I'd guess, on Sunday.

I'm pretty impressed that I wrote, edited, and submitted two short stories this month. One of them I love, and the other one I like and think is pretty good. The latter is the one I wrote with my protege. I am not a great collaborator.
He's a great kid though. I hope it gets accepted. He'll be so stoked.

Haven't put together my Finster packet yet. Been slacking, as is my habit. I will prepare my tip sheet and a draft of a cover letter before I go to bed tonight. I don't have to work later than 6pm at the day-job this week, or probably ever again because we changed our hours.

I'm sure by now you all know about the naked guy who was eating someone's face and they shot him and he kept eating it so they had to shoot him some more? Yeah, so that happened. Zombie this and that blah blah. They haven't reached MI yet, which means it's not zombies. Though I'm sure whatever you do with bath salts to get high will soon be as popular as the vodka-soaked tampon or the martini glass full of Corocidin DX.
What else would you expect from the city Dexter works in?

In short:
Game of Thrones has kicked ass this season. Last week was intense! I want to marry Tyrion, right after I get bizay with the King of the North.
Stewart and Colbert are back tonight. Thank the gods.
I haven't really been recording Sunday Night FOX these days. I have a bunch on the DVR, but never seem to have a free day to spend putting them onto discs, cutting out the commercials and such. I've been doing this for years and years, and have about 35 VHS's full of old Sunday Night FOX shows, South Park and stuff. I just don't watch cartoons like I used to. *sigh*
wednes: (Wednes Poison)
You may have heard about the latest asshat preacher who worships his kind and loving god by telling his parishoners who he thinks should be rounded up and imprisoned until they "eventually die out." No, it's not the murderers, pedophile priests, crooked bankers who steal old people's retirement monies, it's no one at Bain capitol, or even Kony (Remember him? He was really evil a few months ago). No...these foul, loathsome beasts are none other than--you guessed it! The GayWads.

But it's not the GayWads that I want to talk about today.
Last night, Anderson *swoon* Cooper invited members of this douchebag's congregation to talk to him about why they support such a hateful pastor. A woman volunteered to be on AC360. I want to reiterate that--this woman VOLUNTEERED to speak to him. And here she is:


Now granted, plenty of people are openly mocking her viewpoints (and her size, but that's another matter entirely). But she seemed to think it was a good idea to defend a pastor who said that "all the gay people" should be "rounded up and put behind an electrified fence" and given food (unlike a few stories who said he wanted to starve them) "until they all die out."

Seriously, how does a person stand up and proudly proclaim this as a faith?
How does a person grab a microphone and state how an act of hatred and dicketry would improve our country and make us better people?
Why are people so goddamn proud of being ignorant, dishonest (this chick doesn't give a single straight answer the whole time--just trotting out buzz words and not actually saying anything) and just generally hateful?
Seriously, why the fuck can't people think through this and get over it already?
I really don't understand why anyone clings to ignorance.
And it's making me hate my countrymen.



In better news, I have a whole week off once I leave work tonight--which will be in less than 1 hour. I'm gonna pound out that short story about Spiders that I'm writing with my Protege. I'm not a very good collaborator on creative projects. I'm sort of a control freak. But a 9-year-old kid is just Milhousesque enough that he lets me do my thing and makes a ton of cool suggestions for me to incorporate.
I'm also going to put my packet together for The Finster Effect. I'm toying with the idea of giving it away for free for a day or two, then submitting it to publishers. Am I allowed to do that? I don't even know. I don't see why not... But yeah, I'm putting that shit together, because it's stupid not to.

Funnily, I was testing my Simpsons Trivia skill on the internets lately. I'm not as good as I used to be. In fact, my encyclopediac knowledge of Simpsons starts to fizzle around the end of 2004. Turns out, that's the same exact time that I started trying to be a professional writer. Seems that the first thing to go was the hours and hours I spend rewatching cartoons.
Compared to most of you losers though, my Simpsons Trivia skills are still totally badass.
wednes: (Wednes Poison)
A few total strangers have written to ask me when my next book is coming out. That should make me feel awesome. It doesn't. The answer is, I have no fucking idea. Why?
Because I still haven't put my packet together so I haven't even approached another publisher.

WTF, me? Seriously...

Am I afraid of failure? I shouldn't be. I've been teh FAILz at plenty of stuff in my life. I quit the volleyball team in junior high, quit jazz/tap soon after that. I left technical theatre when my paychecks started bouncing. I have NO plans to quit writing. Oppositely, I'm trying to freelance full-time. I send out plenty of resumes, writing samples. I'm writing and subbing short stories when appropriate anthologies open up. So why can't I put this packet together and send it out?

Am I afraid that the book sucks? No. It doesn't suck, though there's a thing that happens that I might think was cheap if someone else did it. But I like it, and I stand by it. It's a good book, and it's different from any zombie story I've ever read.

Do I not know who to sub it to? No. I have two houses in mind, neither of which have recently caused a web shit-storm by fucking authors over.

Why don't I just give it to my old publisher to publish? Good question. I want more money. I want more marketing support. I don't want to produce my own audiobooks anymore. I'm not really that good at it. I have a lot of wants my current guy isn't able to give me.

So why haven't I done it.
Seriously, I'm asking.
Because I don't fucking know what my problem is.
If somebody said to me what I'm saying now, I'd tell them to get the fuck over it already. There's nothing to lose by trying, and nothing great will happen to you while you sit around smoking reefer and watching TV.

In fact, the last time someone said "I don't want to send my manuscript out. What if they say no?" I was all "Well gee, you'd better not ask at all. Maybe they'll say yes if you don't actually ask..." because I'm sarcastic like that. Yet, I don't seem to want to take my own smartass advice even though I know it's GOOD advice.



On a completely unrelated topic, I really enjoyed hearing Theon Greyjoy's sister calling him the C-word last night. He IS the C-word. And no, I don't mean that he has cancer.
wednes: (Hotch and The Reaper)
Today is day-one of my 3-day day-job work week. It's also my first day back after the Happy working at the day-job for five years dinner H and I attended on Saturday. I think I committed a faux pas by not shaking hands or hugging the owners of the company. There are 3 guys in the same family that run this place: one whom I like very much, one who introduced himself to me like we'd never met--three and a half years into my tenure with the company, and one who I've never spoken to at all. The guy I like left early, leaving me with the awkward choice of pretending I enjoy people I don't know, or taking my present (everybody got the same present) and sitting the hell back down. I chose the latter.
Amazingly enough, H got the night off to accompany me. I like showing him off. I seem much more together and professional with a chap like H on my arm. He's my trophy husband, except I don't intend to trade him in for a younger model.

Wearing my suave new blue Nike's today. I love Nike's, and love it even more when I find some for under $70. These are comfy, correct my pronation, and are badass looking.

Finished my first of 2 short stories that are due this month. The second one, I'm writing with my 9-year-old protege. It's about spiders, and will be scary as fuck. Or in kid language, scary as heck, really REALLY scary, or Gosh-Darn scary!

Criminal Minds season finale meets Doctor Who humor? Love it.
Love everything about it. That said, I'm annoyed that Garcia and Kevin don't seem to be together. I want them to get married and be the Danny DeVito and Rea Perlman of our generation--the Anges Depesto and Creepy-Guy from Ghost, if you will...the quirky couple that is obviously goddamn perfect for each other---like the Wednes and H of crime drama.

Watched the 2011 remake of Jane Eyre. It was pretty great. I adore that story no matter what, but in this version there's not a lot of the Brockelhurst villainy and not much of Jane as a young girl at all. St John was portrayed as a huge douchebag in this version when she decides not to marry him. Even worse than in the Masterpiece Theatre version--which is severe. The film had some really funny moments, and Judy Dench as Mrs Fairfax was inspired!

In Game of Thrones News, fuck you, Theon Greyjoy. You are a complete coward and a runty little shit with a giant chip on your shoulder. Tonks should have killed you while you were sleeping!
wednes: (Wizard or the Skull)
Trying to finish a short story draft today that I intended to finish by the end of last month. Oops. Can't seem to get around to all the anthologies subs I want to sub to. Ah well...
Still not sure how to set up the reveal. It's pretty damn creepy though.

Reviews are still trickling in for my various books. Funny how I haven't put out a novel in over two years, and people are reading my stuff more than ever. Reviews are largely positive, and I'm nowhere near the point where I want to avoid reading press on myself. I really need to get my Finster packet together so I can go about the task of securing an advance. I wish I could just pay someone to do everything but the cover letter. That just feels like cheating to me. Funny considering how many times I've written college papers for cash--back in the day.

If you missed Neil Gaiman's recent interview with Stephen King you really should check that shit out.

Game of Thrones is still super badass. That little prick Joffery better not live out the season. I'm with Robb, I really don't care who rules as long as it's not him. We shall see, I suppose. I don't really like watching a show where I have to constantly resist the urge to go to Wikipedia and find out what's going to happen. It requires a level of self restraint I simply do not possess.

Gonna check out an extreme horror movie called Farmhouse on DVD. Still can't really afford to see Cabin in the Woods or The Raven yet. And the early word on The Avengers is that it's extremely ordinary. I welcome you to confirm or deny in the comments.

I have a 3-day weekend I plan to fill with Short Story writing, reading another big hunk of this AMAZING book that is changing my life and confirming a bunch of shit I already suspected, making thanksgiving casserole for H because he asked for it, baking banana bread for the day-job, and applying for freelance gigs. I'll watch The Comedy Awards, Game of Thrones, and roughly half of whatever FOX is serving up on Sunday. I will also be resisting the urge to order more sushi, and figure out why this goddamn blue will not stay in my goddamn hair.

Livejournal peeps, the site is working like ass (again/still) and not letting me comment. I have plenty to say, I'm really not ignoring you.

Question: What causes the phenomenon where after an hour+ visit with someone, one or both of you thinks of a zillion more things you HAVE to say after you've gone to the door and opened it, so you just stand there conversing in full earshot of any neighbor within 5 meters of their front door?
Seriously. It's rampant.
wednes: (Stabby Rage)
I am feeling better.

Had a work meeting with my boss (at my own behest). It was open, honest, and I left feeling much better than I did when I went in.

Meds seem to be evening out.

Got a nibble on a gig making those silly lists that people pass around on Facebook. The site looks like it's more pictures than words--and I frankly find those to be a pain in the ass. Still I'm gonna look it over and see if it's something I'll want to do. If the pay is okay, I could certainly create some funny lists. I'm the Egg McMuffin of pop culture and tend to be witty as fuck.
And I've always wanted to be professionally opinionated.

The sushi delivery place will be the end of me. If I had it, I could spend hundreds of dollars a week there. So much eel...

Mark was here for lunch today. Hamburger Pie.
Mmmmmm...

Well into the Matt Smith Doctor Whos (Ha! I almost wrote "Doctor Whose" which would be laughably ungrammatical.) They're pretty good. I asked H if the next two-parter was going to be emotionally draining--you know how they can kick your ass sometimes? He said I don't think so, no. Right. Because at the end of the two-parter Spoiler here, obiviously )

And lastly, I got a haircut. I had all the bleached hair cut off. My hair was normal brown for about 4 days. Now, not so much.

The blue is a lot of fun. And with just the one color, it's not really that weird. Besides, as a writer, I get to be eccentric even though I'm not rich. With that in mind:

There's a wee bit of pink as well.
wednes: (Inception)
So...my Walking Dead Shark Jump article was somehow posted to the Walking Dead fan group over to the Google+. It's getting tons of hits and is the 3rd most popular article when you Google "Walking Dead Shark Jump." (the first two being from tv dot com, and the official Shark Jump site)
Results were mixed, as expected. Somehow, I did not expect so many personal attacks aimed at me. Apparently, I need "a laxative and a teddy bear." Some people seem to think that if your story has something fictional in it, that no logic or facts should be required or expected anywhere...buh?

Even more surprising was how many people seemed to think I am a dude.

Granted, Friday is a boys name. But Wednesday is all gal all the time.
(and no, we're not counting Mr Wednesday from American Gods)

I know there's a presumption about horror, and zombies in particular, to be kind of a dude thing. A lot of chicks I know who say they write horror are actually writers of paranormal romance--a lot of ghost and vampire fucking. Still more horror chicks are all about stripping down, covering themselves in blood, and doing photo shoots till the cows come home. Sorry gals, but I don't find that shit scary. I don't know how anyone would.

Apparently, people are aghast that a woman wrote "Kiss Me Like You Love Me." This is the kind of criticism I wish was everywhere. I wish more people were talking about how amazingly I capture a twisted and disturbed mind that barely functions except to want sex and kill things that are upsetting. Of course, I grow very weary of the idea that women write one way and men write another. I don't know that I could write an effectively steamy sex scene if my life depended on it.

Reviews are still trickling in for Cat's Apprentice and KMLYLM. Funny, as I know full well that the internet is full of morons--I take some internet blathering too seriously. Goodreads is probably the most frustrating place to find reviews, since there are tons of ratings with no subsequent explanation for the rating. If you give KMLYLM 2 stars, I'm damn well gonna want to know why. Still, reviews are overwhelmingly positive--which should be good, except that I'm too disappointed by how much I care. Shouldn't I be like...above that or something?


In other TV news the Game of Thrones premiere was awesome. I'm sad that H isn't watching anymore. I adore Danaerys, Tyrion Lannister, and Jon Snow. I'd like to see Joffery "Baratheon" his mom, and that prick Little Finger all go down in flames. I feel badly for Sansa, who is going to grow up to be incredibly unhappy--though she may have an easier time than "Arrie" the orphan boy.
New season of South Park is pretty funny thusfar.
Alcatraz ended as boringly as it started. It's fine, but no big whoop. I might just be desensitized to JJ Abrams and his wacky world of WTF.

Blecch!

Apr. 4th, 2012 05:12 pm
wednes: (Doctor Literally Too Stupid)
And no...I'm not posting about the Nirvana album of the same name.

Spent the last few days being sick, getting used to my new meds (phase one, as the dose is scheduled to double on Monday), and watching a fuckton of Doctor Who. We finished all the 10th Doctor Eps, which was very sad.

This 11th Doctor looks about 19 years old. Not sure what's up with that, since I already know he's almost 1,000. Not looking forward to a bunch of eps with this River Song. She's gonna look like his mother as far as I can tell...

Anyway, I've been slacking on work. Missed Monday at the day job, haven't put up a new ZZN post since my Walking Dead shark jump post. Have not sent out any new interview Q's.
On the plus side, I did my taxes. I'm working on an anthology sub, and I apply for at least one new freelance gig every day. Did a little crafty stuff yesterday. H and I are making some suncatchers to send to his grandparents. Thinking of using some wire and foil to see if I can design my own.

Hopefully this weekend I can write the summary for The Finster Effect and get that fucker submitted.
wednes: (Zombie B&W)
Got an appointment with the psyche doctor tomorrow.
Let's hope we can get somewhere.

Be sure to check out my ZZN article about how The Walking Dead has jumped the shark. And please, post some sort of angry comment that will incite discussion. I was hoping there'd be an epic flame war by now. No dice...


This vid is hilarious if you've not yet had the pleasure.
All the other Mitt Romneys are just masturbating.

I keep trying to take a step back from politics, but dammit. The shit is hitting the fan out there. Democrat offices being fire bombed? Tennessee wanting to publish the names and vital stats of women seeking abortions? That's obscene. How can anyone deny that there is a war on women? Oh sorry--not ALL women, just those dirty sluts who want to have sex more often than they want to go through childbirth.

We finished season three of Doctor Who last night, then did the Christmas special. Now all that Saxxon stuff I've been seeing at etsy makes sense. Gonna drop a metric fuckton of money at Thinkgeek pretty soon, methinks.
wednes: (Doctor Trust Me)
I'm smack in the middle of a week off from the day-job. Was hoping to have a steady freelance gig lined up by the time I got back. No dice, thus far.

Making some great edits to The Finster Effect. Love it even more than I did before, which is a lot. On schedule to have a query packet ready by Saturday. Yay!!! Speaking of my books, I got my very first one-star review on Amazon. It's for The Cat's Apprentice.

H and I have been watching Doctor Who. We just finished a two-parter where The Doctor has to be human. Then he's sad. I can't get over how good this show is, how impressive the writing is, how deep the themes are, and how smokin' fucking hot David Tennant is. Honestly though, that's an afterthought. I'd watch this show even if The Doctor looked like Dan Hedaya.

I'm glad I found another cool show to enjoy, because The Walking Dead sucks. It pains me to say it, you don't even know how much. H and I were both SO stoked when we heard that Darabont was doing TWD, that they had a fantastic cast, and they were pumping some real money into it. Sadly, all of that lasted for one season. Season two, a way-too long arc leading to what ended up being a really good mid-season finale. It should never have taken 7 whole episodes to get there. Or six...I forget now. Anyway, if you've been watching I'm sure you know all the stupid plot points and ridiculous idiocy that's been going down this season. (Presumably, spoilers in the comments).
And as much as I adore the work of Greg Nicotero, and think The Mist is a damn near perfect horror film--fuck him for the goings on with the swamp zombie. And fuck him for all that CGI blood. To you I say: Is that what you learned studying under Tom Motherfucking Savini (pretty sure that's his name now)??? To use goddamn, goddamn CGI blood? What are you, SyFy Saturday?!?
Just so you know, I'm not paying to own that shit either.
And I bought the first season on DVD despite its absurdly high price.

You people could have elevated the zombie genre in a way we've not seen since the time of 28 Days Later. Giving the world a riveting, action-filled, compelling zombie drama with high production values and intense and artful direction--and what did you do? You cheaped out. And you artists? You fucking stood for it. It is bullshit. As a fan, it offends me.
You all should be ashamed.
Except Jeffery DeMunn. I will always love you, Sir.
wednes: (TV!!!)
Cut for Spoilers of last night's The Walking Dead )
wednes: (Dimitri)
H and I got this for Christmas, and it's totally taken this long for me to post pics of it. I know, right?


Get it? CAPRICA? Toaster? Hahahahahahahaha!

I forgot to resize one of the pics, so it's going under a cut for hugeness )


In other news, recording with my first child actor went swimmingly. He was enthusiastic and professional. I learned that a lot of the same skills one uses in customer service also help when working with children. There are pics of that event, but they will not be posted here. Sorry...

My interview with Night of the Living Dead's Judith O'Dea is now posted over to the Zombie Zone News. It's a really good one. She's a delight!
wednes: (Dark Side reflection)
Well, there's plenty of crazy to be had in the conservative sphere right now. Groups of straight, mostly white men are meeting in secret to decide how they can best get those dirty sluts to keep their legs shut so all the boys (will be boys) will stop getting them "into trouble." When I was a kid, an unmarried girl who was knocked up was referred to as being "in trouble." You know, the way you get "in trouble" for not cleaning your room, or saying something that gets five rounds of hollow point bullets shot through the laptop you bought with your birthday money. But I digress.

Everything sucks and everybody is stupid.
I keep applying for freelance gigs and then never hearing anything back. I clicked a link to check out online grad schools and have been getting constant calls from 2 schools for over a week now. The website says it costs at least $30K for an online Masters, so I don't really see the point in discussing it further. I have to get the hell out of my day-job. I'm feeling fine now about the day-to-day, but I seriously don't have it in me to keep using those terrible archaic computer programs for another busy season. I am confident that I won't be able to do it without flying into a rage. Even if I could, I'm also confident that I'm not being paid a good enough hourly wage to work with something that longs to be half as awesome as OS9.

Got a new keyboard for home. So far, it's great.

We had Valentine's Day. I got H some more of those sour freezer pops I got him for Xmas that he liked a lot. I also got him a T-shirt of the 11th Doctor. I've only seen up to the 10th Doctor, but I know H loves Matt Smith.
He made me another awesome card (more on this), some blood orange soda, some sparkling meyer lemonade, organic lemon curd, and a kitkat with hazelnuts. Man...hazelnut kitkat was outrageous, and I want to eat them til forever.

I'm trying to get H to make cards and sell them online. I know a lot of people do this, but I'm not sure how to start. I asked him to come up with 20 or so cards. We should be able to watermark them and list them on a site to produce and ship to order. I imagine I could host it at my same site and just pay someone to build it. Or maybe etsy would be a good way to start? H is so damn talented and it's annoying how many people who are less talented them he is making money with their stuff online. So, we're gonna give it a whirl. Any advice would be much appreciated.

New podcast ep expected to go up later today.
Also, does anybody know what the hell is going on with Stephen Colbert? I'm unhappy that the show is not on, and very concerned because no one is saying why.

Checking In

Feb. 8th, 2012 09:31 pm
wednes: (Dimitri)
I've just arrived on DW to see that my posting page has a weird new format that is smaller and doesn't look as good. Let's hope this does not continue. I like shit in the center of the screen whenever possible. This is WAY too left-justified for my taste.

Way too many people are taking Rick Santorum seriously. Even if it is just republicans, it's still insane. The anti-gay bigotry is bad enough--but banning birth control?
He's batshit, plain and simple.

Having a swell time watching haters defend their hate in re: Prop 8. It's irritating how many people bash gays and then ask YOU not to judge THEM for being bigots. Guess what? Your stance is not a valid one. It is hateful, ugly, and completely based on your own misinformed fears and biases rather than logic, reason, or facts. If you insist on believing that shit, I can't stop you--but PLEASE stop pretending your being oppressed if absolutely everyone doesn't join in on your world-wide hate party.

Ordered my first vape for um...aromatherapy purposes. Should arrive tomorrow. Looking forward to giving it the ol' college try.

Doctor Who is the best thing ever. It's my dream come true--where they drop the expensive FX and pay some REAL goddamn writers. David Tennant has actually replaced James Purefoy as hottest Brit at my house. Nothing against Purefoy, but he doesn't seem like he'd be nearly as much fun to hang out with. Also, I really need to own Fright Night.

EDIT: IMDB says David Tennant was born in Scotland. Mister Purefoy? As you were.

So...ladies of Etsy, who wants to make me some custom 10th Doctor jewelry? Pendants, earrings, or a bracelet that includes a therapeutic level of magnetized hematite. Yeah!
wednes: (Wednes Logo)
New Yoga DVD is kicking my ass. Seriously, kicking it.
I can't even get through the first 25 minute segment. I are weak.
But soon...I shall be strong. *kicks guy into pit* THIS IS WEDNES!!!!

Had a delightful exchange on the Facebook with Marilyn Wann. I told her I had a shirt with her book cover on it, and she said I must be super badass. Duh. I told her I needed a shirt apprising people that Ms Wann thinks I'm badass. Ha!

Am working on my first article written entirely with Dragon Dictate. It's a cool program, until I take a short break and start singing along with the iTunes. There's a lot to like about Alcatraz. Sam Neill has long been a boon to horror and why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die. Yeah, it's silly. Still, DD knows a lot of great nerdy words. It understood that Daleks and Wookies do not go to Hogwarts. Ha again!

No new book reviews in some time. If you owe me a review, you better gets to writing it! Another great interview up at Zombie Zone News. I loved this guy's book and thought he was a great interview!

Alcatraz is pretty good so far. We're giving it a whirl. I'm not going to write a whole big thing here since I'm working on a thing for AC. Also looking into writing for Horror Web, as they are needing new writers and the contact guy seems nice.

The podcast is becoming a stressful pain in my ass. I will be very happy when I no longer have to fuck around with these. By which I mean that I hope I don't have to produce The Finster Effect myself. The cast is too friggin' huge anyway.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but both Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich have been two of the most hated men in contemporary politics for years. Santorum has been a hateful bigot for at least a decade, and Gingrich has been saying shitty things about minorities and the poor since I was a teenager. So why is anyone taking these pricks seriously? How is that even possible?!? Thanks to Dan Savage (and yay for him, I say) we simply cannot have a president Santorum. We just can't. Gingrich has always been a complete bastard. Mark Maron used to talk about him back when he was crazy smokin' hot. Maron's still attractive in a goofy way, but I guess every man can't age as well as John Schneider. Seriously. John Schneider is hotter now than he was when I was a kid.
Or am I just saying that to get you to watch the Super Shark musical trailer???

Because that's just the kind of thing I'd do...and he's all the way at the end.
Still, it's a marvelous trailer. Just delightful.
wednes: (NaNo Runner)
Smack in the middle of a 5-day-job-day work-week. Now that I have all those hyphens out of my system, I'm actually getting a ton of stuff done. Short day for me, as it's my usual day off. 6-9 is just annoying enough to curb my productivity. Anywhoo... My plan to apply to at least one new freelance job every business day is moving forward full steam. I have ideas for a couple great new articles, and am right on schedule with all my regular marketing stuff. Yay for me!

Santorum. No. Just...stop it. All of you.

Been watching Doctor Who. Rewatched all the Eccleston eps and are 4 eps in to the Tennants. Sarah Jane...*sigh* David Tennant is so super attractive. He and James Purefoy need to Celebrity Deathmatch--the winner gets my undying affection. I know, right? ;-] I'm digging the hell out of Doctor Who. The writing is just so damn good. How many times do I say: Why can't they just get rid of one special effect and hire decent writers? That, my friends, is Doctor Who. Looks like it was made for $50 an episode, but it's so goddamn brilliant and moving that the visuals barely matter. Um...except The Doctor. They're all pretty hot.

Still waiting for my new yoga mat and blocks to arrive.
I shall become the yoga master. It's a new kind I'm trying. No more Iyengar...which really does seem to be designed for skinny people. Also waiting for the new headphones Girl-H ordered for me from Amazon. Should be here any day. I'm stoked.

Also, Dragon Dictate is awesome. Just plain awesome. Plus, it knows a bunch of nerd words. So far, Shatner, Nimoy, Jedi, Gandalf, Mordor, and Harryhousen. Seriously. I have programmed nothing yet and it knows all those words. I'm finding the speech recognition to be excellent, so long as I speak in my radio voice. I'm using a $30 Logitech mic and having great results.

I need a haircut. The thing about cool short haircuts is that they must be maintained. I wish I could just go to a barber. $15 and out the door. I really just need the back trimmed and cleaned up anyway. Hmmm...maybe I will try going to a barber. Or Greatclips. But I don't trust those bastards.

And finally, Rick Santorum's wife had a partial-birth abortion.
Does that mean he probably won't also come out of the closet before the election?
Because seriously, fuck him.
wednes: (Snakes on a Plane)
The "New Year" should not start in the middle of the damn winter. That makes no sense.

That said, I have done a few things since last Dec 31st. I'm not even sure I remember all the highlights. Let's see:

--Became a Contributing Editor at Zombie Zone News.
--Found out that the "mysterious bird deaths" were not mysterious at all. The CDC and WWF both knew about the poison causing it and did fuckall about it. Thus endeth my contributions to WWF.
--Learned that the Salvation Army is a bunch of homophobes. No more money or stuff there, either.
--Planned Parenthood is the only organization I still donate to regularly. We're not rich, but we do our best to support causes we believe it. Honestly, I give more money when my friends have emergencies and hit people up online. My friends do this sort of thing judiciously, so I try to help when I can.
--Found a new publisher. Still a small house, but chomping at the bit to market the hell out of my new book, The Finster Effect.
--Finished what is about to become my FOURTH published novel. Woot.
--Tried my hand at freelancing. So far, meh. But this year I will make it my primary source of income.
--Dug the hell out of Harry Potter 7.2, Dexter, American Horror Story, and the zombie authors at Permuted Press.
--Heard the greatest TV dub of my entire life: "That's it! I'm tired of these monkey fighting snakes, on this Monday to Friday plane!"
--Came to love Obama slightly less than I wanted to.

This year I will:
--Leave my day-job. Let's hope I can refrain from burning it to the ground on my way out.
--Have a huge, rockin' book release party for The Finster Effect.
--Yoga minimum of 4 days a week. Strength training. For strongness.
--Will draft my new book this year. Yep, gonna draft the WHOLE THING.
--Do at least 2 interviews per month for ZZN, and at least 2-zombie articles for same.
--Will write one new excellent article for Associated Content each month.
--Bake more bread than I buy at the store.

EDIT: I forgot, I'm also going to try my hand at creating a language for my next horror book, which I may not begin until 2013--you know, if the world doesn't implode or whatever. I don't know if I've got the linguistic muscle to actually create a language, but I'm giving it a go.
wednes: (Wut?  JoJo)
H and I watched the remake of Fright Night last night. It was damn entertaining, and I figure I'll probably buy it at some point. Clever writing, good cast, great Chris Sarandon cameo. I do enjoy when vampires are actually played for scares, rather than say, sparkly homoeroticism. Even the Anne Rice stuff doesn't really hold up now that I'm not an angst-ridden pre-emo teen.
You ever see those Tex Avery cartoons where the wolf is looking at the girl, howling and slapping the table--eyes bugging out across the room? That's how I felt about David Tennant in this movie. Fo Shiz.

Girl-H is back home to PA. She's not thrilled, and will probably be leaving the country again soon. I suspect that she's undergoing the same thing I went through after college--wherein the family has this "Oh, so you think you're better than us now?" attitude. Girl-H is as gentle and good-natured as my H, so she doesn't deserve that shit. I sincerely hope it's not also some crap about Grace wanting to shut out kids from her previous marriage(s). H and Girl-H don't have the same Dad, and Grace is not married to either of their Dad's currently. Odd for someone who had to walk out of my wedding for its terrible pagan leaning. But I digress...

Writer Resume is looking good. Applying for no less than three jobs I have a decent shot at. Am def making this a regular thing. The day-job is making it pretty clear than any bump in pay we get will be tiny and grudgingly given. To give some perspective, my understanding is that cost-of-living increase is roughly 3% a year. My raises have been 2% every-other year. So if I stay with the company for 10 years, I'll be making a dollar an hour more than when I started--only I'll be doing at least 3x as much work, with less training and shitty software. Every year they make it more and more clear that expertise, skill, etc, means basically nothing to them. Their newest crappy idea is that everybody should be able to take calls for every department. So yeah, I long for the day that I can give notice in the manner of that guy from Half Baked. ;-]

My USB mic came in today. It's a cheap one, meant to work with my newly received copy of Dragon Dictate, courtesy of my buddy in Battle Creek. *waves* I didn't really think it through, because it hadn't occurred to me that I won't be able to listen to music while I write if I'm using DD. Or maybe I could, but I'd have to wear headphones. I have to look into it. But anyway, my cheap mic is here.

Have a new Yoga setup on the way. A good mat, some blocks, and a new fat-chick doing Yoga DVD. Looking forward to getting into that. Girl-H also bought me some headphones that will be arriving soon. So I guess I'm just Little Miss Gettin' Stuff. heh.

Oral surgeon appt was a bust. $25 in cabs to find out that they don't call you when they're running 2+ hours behind. As I don't have all fucking day, I rescheduled for next week. Then I got home and remembered that I'm working on both my days off next week. So I guess I'll be rescheduling again.

Decided I enjoyed American Horror Story so much, I'm going to buy it when it comes out on DVD. I am so excited to have a series that really respects horror fans. Next season, new locale and an all-new cast. Please, AHS, don't let me down. And Walking Dead? Your ass is still skating on thin ice, your badass finale notwithstanding. Speaking of badass finales, how much did the last seconds of Dexter Season Six kick your ass? I know, right? Easily the best season finale since LOST went off the air (I'm thinking of S1 and S3 finales in particular).
wednes: (Springfield Wednes)
Yeah, so I was supposed to get caught up on all the work I've been slacking on due to The Finster Effect. I didn't realize how difficult it would be to get anything done with a houseguest. I kind of figured H and Girl-H would be out seeing movies, going to the arcade, or just generally not being here so I could work. But no. I've barely gotten anything done since Friday. And oddly enough, H got totally attitudey with me when I asked him to clear out so I could record before Girl-H woke up. I didn't make it, and a 20 minute recording took well over an hour. And I still have to edit, mix and post it. I'm super pissed off though, so I'm getting stuff off my chest so that anything I write today doesn't turn out sarcastic. I have to edit and post the Save Evans City Cemetery Chapel article, and draft that Dead Mann Walking book review. Spoiler Alert: I liked it!

Come to think of it, I was pissed off yesterday. Still sick--food poisoning, I think. Had to go to work and every single call I took was some older-than-Moses person who wanted me to explain how the internet worked. 'Tis the season for people who know less than fuck-all about the stuff they want to buy for their kids and grandkids, nieces and nephews, and then they want to argue with me about the stuff they know nothing about. For the record:
--There is no key of 6. Key signatures are in letters, genius.
--Cellos do not require chinrests.
--A viola needs four strings, and 13 inches is NOT "as big as they come."
--You can't use a pencil, vaseline, or tacky glue instead of rosin.
--The bow does not have strings on it. It has hair. Horsehair.
--We do not sell "vegan" bows. Fake bowhair sounds like ass.
--Everything that costs more than $20 is not necessarily a "ripoff."
--No, I will not transcribe the music before I send it. Even if I knew how, I wouldn't.
--No, I will not drive to the post office to stop your package because you ordered the wrong thing.
--No, it is not a good idea to leave a water resistant case out in the rain, idiot.
--No, I will not give you a discount just because you asked.
--No, you cannot have free shipping because you're a long-time customer.

Plus, my November sales bonus that I intended to use to buy Girl-H's gift was not even big enough to buy the warranty for her gift. The bonus scale already screws part timers because it's based on a 40-hour work week. But now that they've given me a zillion other jobs to do, I have even less time on the phones to make sales. Combine that with the fact that they took our holiday pay and I'm down a couple hundred dollars a year before I pay for a single cab.
Long story short, I really need to get the hell out of that place.

Quickly, TV-wise:
--Dexter is rocking my socks. I still really want Deb to die, though I love her more than ever this season.
--American Horror Story is consistently awesome and continues to kick my ass. Last week's reveal was truly magnificent. I heart Tate.
--Still watching Terra Nova. Meh.
--Boardwalk Empire finale was terribly upsetting. Fuck Eli.
--Bag of Bones is on the DVR, hopefully I'll have time to watch soon.

To sum up, I'm cranky and irritated and have tons of work to do.
Off I go then...
wednes: (MamaCass)
Still sick.
Scratchy throat, runny nose, voice mostly there but it hurts to talk.
I'm not gonna let that stop me though. My thinking is that it's NOT the flu shot making me sick. I'm basing that on the fact that H is also sick as of yesterday afternoon. So, hopefully we will both be well soon. I'm working today and tomorrow at the day-job, but H is off until Weds.
Customers are getting on my last nerve already. The weekend was slow, but a few terrible customers. Why do people think screaming will get me to send you free stuff? It won't. In fact, it makes me dig in my heels and not give you things I would normally give to people when they're being polite.

I got precious little work done over the weekend.
Couldn't even watch Boardwalk Empire last night because HBO Go is a bitch full of suck.
Too bad too, because Nucky's family is totally turning on him. That's the kind of stuff that can only happen on TV. See what I did there? Hahahahahaa!

In other news, our medical bills are giant. Just got another bill telling me I don't owe the dentist $50, which I was totally worried about coming up with. Actually, we owe them $300 for reasons I am still unsure of. If it turns out to be for the Xrays they lied to me about, we are going to have a problem.
My CPAP mask hurts my face, but it's $120 to try the other kind. *sigh* If anyone tells you our health care system is fine, they're obviously rich. Please push them and take their money. Ha! Oh, c'mon. It's a JOKE. Whenever you give me THAT look...it's a joooooke. You know, like electrocuting Mexicans. Lulz. Someone on FB last night suggested that if people don't like their health coverage, they should negotiate it themselves away from a company. Joke is, once you have insurance and then switch, anything you were ever diagnosed with is now a "pre existing condition" which means they can't give you medical care/coverage because you are NOT physically well.

You guys ready for another shitty year of deceitful politics and idiots flaming away online?
Yeah...me neither, but there doesn't seem to be much choice. I can say that if OWS is still happening after the (lame, gregorian) new year, I'm totally going. The cops should have all their anger worked out by then, or at least their beating arms will be too tired to pack much of a whallop.

TV season is still pretty great.
Never Fear, Dexter. I see the light in you.
wednes: (Zombie Film)
Well AMC, I am continuing to watch your little zombie program, while being very clear that this season is no where near as good as last season. Last season had crazy character development, an intense plot, tons of jeopardy, stuff happening constantly--constantly. This season totally feels like you've stretched 1 or maybe 2 eps worth of plot into three or four episodes. Who do you think you are? LOST? Well, you're not. LOST would have known enough not to fire Frank Darabont.
And Shane, you can just about go fuck yourself. Seriously.

As I work on this last round of pre-editor edits in The Finster Effect, I'm faced with an issue.
I'm not very good at writing gory scenes. I'm not sure if it's part of my impatience as a writer. I always have to go back and remind myself to describe what people and things look like. Honestly, aside from a few key points, I just don't think that sort of thing is very important. It's not about the precise manner in which guts come pouring out of someone. The thing that matters is how people felt about it, how it changed them, how it relates to everything that happened afterward. For a zombie book, there isn't a whole lot of gore. In fact, one of the things I'm working on in this pass is having everyone be just a bit more evil to each other. They aren't frightened enough somehow, so people who should be panicking really aren't. I have to say though, the animals are outstanding.

Food delivery is today. I've never cooked sun chokes before and I'm open to suggestions if anybody has any. Also planning the menu for my annual birthday bash. H wants pasta tonight. I notice his desire for pasta has waned somewhat since we switched to the whole grain stuff.

Once I leave the day-job today, I'm off until Saturday.
I predict a scribstrvaganza of epic proportions. Yay!
wednes: (Stabby Rage)
It's work Halloween.
They are feeding us Jimmy Johns, and we're about to win a prize for creating a zombie apocalypse call center. I'll post a few pics when I'm home, but DW doesn't offer me pic space, so I can't post pics from work. big surprise, I'm dressed as a zombie. Did a nice job this year on a dress and some thermals underneath. I used the standard corn syrup blood with cocoa powder, dish soap, etc, and ugly earth tone eyeshadow for the dirt. When it all dried, I put a couple coats of spray gloss over it so it would look wet and shiny. It's stiff, but nice looking.

The company prez just came by dressed as an X-wing pilot.
Hilarious.

Have to work until 7pm tonight, which means I'll miss the downtown zombie walk, and also Three Corpse Circus. Either the guy who runs that it a terribly lax communicator, or he doesn't think much of me. Either way, Imma try to do some conventions next year, real ones. I'm sick of all the horror writers having fun and networking without me. :-/

The big book push is well underway.
I feel kind of lame to be just now coming out with a zombie book. But if you know me, you know that I've been making zombie maps and plans since junior high. In case you don't know, The Finster Effect takes a few characters from a novel I started in 1995 but never got remotely close to finishing. Lila, Basil, Blue, and the Reverend are all there, though updated to be less goddamn depressing. I just don't want anyone to think I'm jumping on some kind of undead bandwagon. Then again, I don't know why I'd give a rat's ass what a bunch of ignorant internet types think.

American Horror Story, you are still awesome.
I'm so stoked that I like you so much.

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