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A leprechaun called, he wants his adorable giggle back!
Ye ole daye-jobbe has been crazy busy. It's our busy season, back to school. We do a lot of trade-ins so kids can get a bigger size violin (or viola, for weirdoes) or cellos for school. Tiny violins are adorable. Before I blow that pop stand, I will probably get my hands on some junky, unplayable but still good looking, 1/32 size violin just to have as a decoration. Actually, a 1/16 would probably be small enough.
I have to say, it's been going ridiculously well so far. I've been training a lot, and the mood thusfar has been good. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. But for now, I'm totally fucking killing it. Sales, training, and CS have been slain by me.
This will be hilarious for long-time Wednes readers: I have developed a total nerd-crush on one of the higher ups at the company. Obviously, it's a platonic crush not unlike the one I have on Polly Walker or Helena Bonham Carter. Given my bohemian/dionysian lifestyle, a guy in a button-up shirt with a house and a wife and kid and career and stuff...is pretty exotic. Fascinating, because I don't get how people do that. He does stuff people do when they have money, like waterski or buy a new car, or suddenly go on a trip. I just don't know a lot of people like that. He's not a prick like a lot of rich people are. Plus, he loves my books and is supportive of my writing. I want to say he goes out of his way to be nice, but I don't actually know enough about his way to know whether or not being nice is out of it. Anyway, he's also got sort of an Anderson Cooper thing going on.
Speaking of which:
H just told me that someone is making a Halloween 3 and it's not Rob Zombie. My first reaction was Why? followed by No, seriously, WTF??? But then I realized, that they COULD be remaking Season of the Witch which I would be totally down with. A slick updating could do wonders for that movie--it's the perfect candidate for a remake. Great concept handled reasonably well but nothing outstanding, and very few people who are not hardcore horror fans have any feelings about it at all.
I'm behind on a lot of shit, especially interview questions, recording, and audio editing. My break from The Finster Effect is over and I've got to be busting ass on it. I have to work on my day-off tomorrow, which is a bummer. But once I do, I'm off until Tuesday. I've been slacking a lot lately because it's so hard to concentrate. I won't be getting a CPAP or whatever for at least another month. Fie!
I made one of H's favorite dinners yesterday. It's basically a big thing of veggies and ground chicken with onions and spices and stuff. Then I add a bag of cornbread stuffing mix and some broth, and bake, maybe with a touch of panko on top. Good stuff. H went grocery shopping this week so I could stay home and wait for the Comcast guy. He bought Plugra. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it, but decided that alfredo pasta would be the most absurdly decadent and delicious thing. So we're doing that. I guess if you use Plugra, you don't even have to add cream. We shall see...
I wish I had the balls to talk to Jack Ketchum online. I've written two Emails to my other literary hero, Christopher Moore. He wrote me back both times, and was really, really cool. The first time was just a fan letter. The next was a review query, which he did not have time to do. I like to pretend that Ketchum would like KMLYLM if he ever read it. But how does one go about making that happen, especially when one is such a star-struck fucking jackass about the whole thing (me, I mean)? He's obviously so goddamn cool. Sort of like he's standing outside the high school, smoking and leaning on like, a '69 Mercury Marauder. And I'm a fat chick with glasses carrying a bunch of books. See? That's funny, because I *am* a fat chick with glasses who reads and writes books. *sigh*
So yeah, balls. I can has them. Or not...
I have to say, it's been going ridiculously well so far. I've been training a lot, and the mood thusfar has been good. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. But for now, I'm totally fucking killing it. Sales, training, and CS have been slain by me.
This will be hilarious for long-time Wednes readers: I have developed a total nerd-crush on one of the higher ups at the company. Obviously, it's a platonic crush not unlike the one I have on Polly Walker or Helena Bonham Carter. Given my bohemian/dionysian lifestyle, a guy in a button-up shirt with a house and a wife and kid and career and stuff...is pretty exotic. Fascinating, because I don't get how people do that. He does stuff people do when they have money, like waterski or buy a new car, or suddenly go on a trip. I just don't know a lot of people like that. He's not a prick like a lot of rich people are. Plus, he loves my books and is supportive of my writing. I want to say he goes out of his way to be nice, but I don't actually know enough about his way to know whether or not being nice is out of it. Anyway, he's also got sort of an Anderson Cooper thing going on.
Speaking of which:
H just told me that someone is making a Halloween 3 and it's not Rob Zombie. My first reaction was Why? followed by No, seriously, WTF??? But then I realized, that they COULD be remaking Season of the Witch which I would be totally down with. A slick updating could do wonders for that movie--it's the perfect candidate for a remake. Great concept handled reasonably well but nothing outstanding, and very few people who are not hardcore horror fans have any feelings about it at all.
I'm behind on a lot of shit, especially interview questions, recording, and audio editing. My break from The Finster Effect is over and I've got to be busting ass on it. I have to work on my day-off tomorrow, which is a bummer. But once I do, I'm off until Tuesday. I've been slacking a lot lately because it's so hard to concentrate. I won't be getting a CPAP or whatever for at least another month. Fie!
I made one of H's favorite dinners yesterday. It's basically a big thing of veggies and ground chicken with onions and spices and stuff. Then I add a bag of cornbread stuffing mix and some broth, and bake, maybe with a touch of panko on top. Good stuff. H went grocery shopping this week so I could stay home and wait for the Comcast guy. He bought Plugra. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it, but decided that alfredo pasta would be the most absurdly decadent and delicious thing. So we're doing that. I guess if you use Plugra, you don't even have to add cream. We shall see...
I wish I had the balls to talk to Jack Ketchum online. I've written two Emails to my other literary hero, Christopher Moore. He wrote me back both times, and was really, really cool. The first time was just a fan letter. The next was a review query, which he did not have time to do. I like to pretend that Ketchum would like KMLYLM if he ever read it. But how does one go about making that happen, especially when one is such a star-struck fucking jackass about the whole thing (me, I mean)? He's obviously so goddamn cool. Sort of like he's standing outside the high school, smoking and leaning on like, a '69 Mercury Marauder. And I'm a fat chick with glasses carrying a bunch of books. See? That's funny, because I *am* a fat chick with glasses who reads and writes books. *sigh*
So yeah, balls. I can has them. Or not...