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In which I do not talk about boobs...
Apr. 23rd, 2008 08:48 pmI've been resisting the urge to talk about the Open Source Boob Project or whatever it's called. It just seems like such a silly fanboy thing to do--not that I have anything against silly fanboys. I'm just noticing that it's getting far more blog time than it deserves. Although, my rack is pretty awesome. I don't blame anyone for wanting to feel me up. But I'm not giving it away for the asking, no matter how many decorative buttons are involved. Dang! I really wasn't going to post about this; I guess I just did.
Went to the dentist today for a massive cleaning. It took much less time than I thought it would. And it was very comfortable thanks to something called oraquix or something like that. It's an awesome numbing agent that they applied topically. It cost extra, but it was totally worth it--especially since H treated me to some dental work. Isn't that romantic? I still have to go back for some more work, but not till June. And I have to figure out what they want me to do with regards to oral surgery...I guess taking out what's left of my wisdom teeth. Would that be oral surgery? I bet so.
Week after next (the week of May 3) I'm being featured on Authors of MySpace as if authors there aren't a dime a dozen. I used to think writing a novel was a fairly unique accomplishment. But now it seems everybody and their satanic cousin is trying to hype a book of some kind. No books have really busted out of the E-book genre and become super popular. I spend a fair amount of time daydreaming that I will be that statistically insignificant book that surprises everyone and sells a million copies. Since I make a share of each book sold (I didn't get an advance) I would stand to make a shitload of money. Yes, that is the technical term: a shitload.
You know, Little Wednes always thought herself above money and it's trappings. I didn't want to be a "bread head" and worry about money or use it to measure the worth of a man. While I don't think less of anyone for being poor, I'm at a time in my life when I just wish I had more money. The only thing wrong with my life is that I just don't have enough money to do what I want. And I have some big plans. And since time is money, I also don't have enough time. But isn't that how we all live? Wishing we had more money and time so we could impact the world in ways we know we're capable of?
Went to the dentist today for a massive cleaning. It took much less time than I thought it would. And it was very comfortable thanks to something called oraquix or something like that. It's an awesome numbing agent that they applied topically. It cost extra, but it was totally worth it--especially since H treated me to some dental work. Isn't that romantic? I still have to go back for some more work, but not till June. And I have to figure out what they want me to do with regards to oral surgery...I guess taking out what's left of my wisdom teeth. Would that be oral surgery? I bet so.
Week after next (the week of May 3) I'm being featured on Authors of MySpace as if authors there aren't a dime a dozen. I used to think writing a novel was a fairly unique accomplishment. But now it seems everybody and their satanic cousin is trying to hype a book of some kind. No books have really busted out of the E-book genre and become super popular. I spend a fair amount of time daydreaming that I will be that statistically insignificant book that surprises everyone and sells a million copies. Since I make a share of each book sold (I didn't get an advance) I would stand to make a shitload of money. Yes, that is the technical term: a shitload.
You know, Little Wednes always thought herself above money and it's trappings. I didn't want to be a "bread head" and worry about money or use it to measure the worth of a man. While I don't think less of anyone for being poor, I'm at a time in my life when I just wish I had more money. The only thing wrong with my life is that I just don't have enough money to do what I want. And I have some big plans. And since time is money, I also don't have enough time. But isn't that how we all live? Wishing we had more money and time so we could impact the world in ways we know we're capable of?
