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Back to regular programming...
One can fume and froth over asshattery for only so long before you start sounding like a crank. Plus I've had a headache for three days now, and I think it's stress. And I will NOT stroke out because LJ is being stupid. So on with our regular programming.
The children have saved me from death by Thin Mints by polishing off the last box. Apparently, according to the flist, frozen Thin Mints are pretty much nirvana in a box. ::Eyes calendar, only a year to wait:: Or not! ::Eyesautumnlecroix::
I have received, finally, my replacement power cord that I broke at Escapade. I could go on about Dell and the proprietary bullshit that goes on vis a vis their parts, but I don't have the energy. One evil overlord crisis per week is all I can handle. DHL and I had a little misunderstanding and my power cord has been sitting in the back yard for three solid days at the base of the left gate, despite the fact I told the driver to leave it at the right gate (can you be dyslexic with arrows?) I have not written a single word since I returned from Ventura. This means that I am absolutely brimming with writerly goodness. One hopes, as I have two major fics due.
My daughter has received word that she has gotten into the University of Toronto. Flisters who've attended: pros/cons.
Despite my horrific shyness, I have arranged for several book events for secret real life book. Although I have an ego the size of Texas, I hate selling myself. I go to these events and I want to say a million things and I trip over my words and then end up sounding like a total ditz. Although the thought occurs to me that I probably don't sound ditzy so much as arrogant.
Did you ever have one of those moments when you realized that the sense of who you are was full of shit? My mother is a lovely woman. A peach of a person. I've always thought I was like my mother until one day she turned to me and said (and she meant this as a compliment), "You're very like your father." Which, um, since I have issues with dear old dad was sort of like getting a spear right between the eyes. I know she meant it in terms of my wit and intelligence, but dad has/had so much baggage that it threw me for an emotional loop. Like for WEEKS. But then I look at the people that I gravitate toward in fandom, and it's the arrogant sods that pluck my heartstrings. Snape. Draco. And now I'm looking at Rodney Mckay in SGA with fond loving. Ma fils. Sigh.
Very old friend (as we go back to the seventh grade) is helping me with resume. She is a marketing director for major corporation. At least on paper I will look dynamite. Clearly, the full-time job search isn't going well.
Evil on the internet: statcounter.com. It's debatable what website I check more, that or amazon.com (Yesterday, I had the humbling experience of seeing that my book was 711,546 in terms of overall sales. Need an ego buster? That sucker will lay you low every single frigging time). Anyway, statcounter.com is another obsession and the stats are very, very strange. Number one, hands down, gets twice as many hits as any other story: "This Boy's Life." Which is my personal Snarry favorite, but doesn't get a lot of word of mouth. WTF? The next most popular story? "Bite Me Hate Memes." That doesn't surprise me because that's teh funniest thing I've written, but why so few comments on TBL and yet the popularity? Inquiring minds want to know.
One can fume and froth over asshattery for only so long before you start sounding like a crank. Plus I've had a headache for three days now, and I think it's stress. And I will NOT stroke out because LJ is being stupid. So on with our regular programming.
The children have saved me from death by Thin Mints by polishing off the last box. Apparently, according to the flist, frozen Thin Mints are pretty much nirvana in a box. ::Eyes calendar, only a year to wait:: Or not! ::Eyes
autumnlecroix::I have received, finally, my replacement power cord that I broke at Escapade. I could go on about Dell and the proprietary bullshit that goes on vis a vis their parts, but I don't have the energy. One evil overlord crisis per week is all I can handle. DHL and I had a little misunderstanding and my power cord has been sitting in the back yard for three solid days at the base of the left gate, despite the fact I told the driver to leave it at the right gate (can you be dyslexic with arrows?) I have not written a single word since I returned from Ventura. This means that I am absolutely brimming with writerly goodness. One hopes, as I have two major fics due.
My daughter has received word that she has gotten into the University of Toronto. Flisters who've attended: pros/cons.
Despite my horrific shyness, I have arranged for several book events for secret real life book. Although I have an ego the size of Texas, I hate selling myself. I go to these events and I want to say a million things and I trip over my words and then end up sounding like a total ditz. Although the thought occurs to me that I probably don't sound ditzy so much as arrogant.
Did you ever have one of those moments when you realized that the sense of who you are was full of shit? My mother is a lovely woman. A peach of a person. I've always thought I was like my mother until one day she turned to me and said (and she meant this as a compliment), "You're very like your father." Which, um, since I have issues with dear old dad was sort of like getting a spear right between the eyes. I know she meant it in terms of my wit and intelligence, but dad has/had so much baggage that it threw me for an emotional loop. Like for WEEKS. But then I look at the people that I gravitate toward in fandom, and it's the arrogant sods that pluck my heartstrings. Snape. Draco. And now I'm looking at Rodney Mckay in SGA with fond loving. Ma fils. Sigh.
Very old friend (as we go back to the seventh grade) is helping me with resume. She is a marketing director for major corporation. At least on paper I will look dynamite. Clearly, the full-time job search isn't going well.
Evil on the internet: statcounter.com. It's debatable what website I check more, that or amazon.com (Yesterday, I had the humbling experience of seeing that my book was 711,546 in terms of overall sales. Need an ego buster? That sucker will lay you low every single frigging time). Anyway, statcounter.com is another obsession and the stats are very, very strange. Number one, hands down, gets twice as many hits as any other story: "This Boy's Life." Which is my personal Snarry favorite, but doesn't get a lot of word of mouth. WTF? The next most popular story? "Bite Me Hate Memes." That doesn't surprise me because that's teh funniest thing I've written, but why so few comments on TBL and yet the popularity? Inquiring minds want to know.