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I kind of feel bad that I ordered a book from a guy online specifically so I could chop the spine off and send it off to be scanned because we don't have the book in the computer system any more. But I shall operate in the belief that, since I ordered two copies of the same book, one to chop up and one to send off with the proofreader so that the only copy WotC actually has stays in my hands, this guy is sending me the book to keep, because he seems ridiculously nice.
You know you've reached a new level of utter pathos (though, strangely, I don't feel bad about this) when you're not looking back in life and considering all the relationships you've ended and feeling a little bit lonely and a little bit sad, you're considering all the characters, yours and others, that you really miss because they became real people to you eventually. Mostly they're game characters, but some of them are fictional ones, and really - considering that several of the people I've been in relationships with are still in my life and the ones not in my life are utter psychos, I think this is all right. But it is a bit odd to reread Excalibur specifically because of Pete Wisdom.
I have a very cunning plan, and if it works out, which there isn't a hope in hell it will unless the budget is a LOT larger than I think it is, you will all worship me. Suffice it to say that it involves putting Warren Ellis, Neil Gaiman, Michael Marshall Smith, and JG Ballard in the same place. I will be Internet Jesus if this works out.
Most of my day today consisted of sitting around at meetings for things I will never be involved in again (except one, that I should have been invited to and wasn't until the LAST minute, but I think it's for something cool, especially since I will get a copy for free and everyone else will have to pay $75.00) and mocking my boss to his face. My job, in short, is cooler than yours.
It was even better when he agreed that he was a crotchety old man just because he didn't understand why all the girls in one of the book series (for teenage girls) sat around worrying about disappointing their parents and didn't tell their parents to just fuck off.
If anyone listens to Korn, PLEASE to be telling me what the fuck the song is that, I swear to god, has the line about the "turkey gun", or possibly "jerky gun" in it. I cannot remember the name of the song, mainly because I stare in horror when it comes on, envisioning a turkey gun. Consequently, lyric searches have not helped, not even reading all of the lyrics to all of the songs on the latest album.
I have become a crotchety old lady. I listen to talk radio now in the morning. Admittedly, this is because a) there are only two stations any more that I can stand to listen to in the morning (I've lost two in the last five months) and b) because it's 1090, which is Progressive Talk Radio, and it makes me laugh and think that, yes, it is possible that there are other people who see how insane the world is.
And now I have to read V for Vendetta and outline a story and read Excalibur and drink Jack Daniels, so I'm leavin'.
You know you've reached a new level of utter pathos (though, strangely, I don't feel bad about this) when you're not looking back in life and considering all the relationships you've ended and feeling a little bit lonely and a little bit sad, you're considering all the characters, yours and others, that you really miss because they became real people to you eventually. Mostly they're game characters, but some of them are fictional ones, and really - considering that several of the people I've been in relationships with are still in my life and the ones not in my life are utter psychos, I think this is all right. But it is a bit odd to reread Excalibur specifically because of Pete Wisdom.
I have a very cunning plan, and if it works out, which there isn't a hope in hell it will unless the budget is a LOT larger than I think it is, you will all worship me. Suffice it to say that it involves putting Warren Ellis, Neil Gaiman, Michael Marshall Smith, and JG Ballard in the same place. I will be Internet Jesus if this works out.
Most of my day today consisted of sitting around at meetings for things I will never be involved in again (except one, that I should have been invited to and wasn't until the LAST minute, but I think it's for something cool, especially since I will get a copy for free and everyone else will have to pay $75.00) and mocking my boss to his face. My job, in short, is cooler than yours.
It was even better when he agreed that he was a crotchety old man just because he didn't understand why all the girls in one of the book series (for teenage girls) sat around worrying about disappointing their parents and didn't tell their parents to just fuck off.
If anyone listens to Korn, PLEASE to be telling me what the fuck the song is that, I swear to god, has the line about the "turkey gun", or possibly "jerky gun" in it. I cannot remember the name of the song, mainly because I stare in horror when it comes on, envisioning a turkey gun. Consequently, lyric searches have not helped, not even reading all of the lyrics to all of the songs on the latest album.
I have become a crotchety old lady. I listen to talk radio now in the morning. Admittedly, this is because a) there are only two stations any more that I can stand to listen to in the morning (I've lost two in the last five months) and b) because it's 1090, which is Progressive Talk Radio, and it makes me laugh and think that, yes, it is possible that there are other people who see how insane the world is.
And now I have to read V for Vendetta and outline a story and read Excalibur and drink Jack Daniels, so I'm leavin'.
