Fallout from ComCast Tuscon's "Switch Failure"
So, the Phoenixians are likely sick of being inundated with this information, as well as the rest of the reasonably aware literati, however, it merits a post if only for the sake of archival purposes. This is the rapidly ballooning fallout from the 12 seconds of pr0n transmitted during the Superbowl just after a Cardinals touchdown, and cannot even remotely be related to the money shot heard 'round the world because they never even got that far. Apparently, scuttlebutt about the precinct has it that it absolutely had to be an inside job since there are always 2 switch operators, for backup in the highly unlikely event that one is either not on task, or asleep at the wheel, or just AWOL. ComCast is currently doing an internal investigation....
In other news, I got a message from Drollerie Press that 'Mission First' is due out on their website around Mid-March. Yeaaaahh me!!!
Oh, and Stella is almost here. We're not really sure when she's gonna be here, but she's definitely on her way.
Lastly, when I signed on today, there was (as there frequently is) a section at the top of the page entitled 'Writer's Block', just en caso de emergencia you manage to be completely bereft of anything interesting happening in your life and you feel like clogging up the whole of cyberspace with silly little mememememememesszz. Personally, I feel if you're forcing yourself to write, you're likely a potential victim of the editor's axe in the not too distant future, and should be paying attention to that old addage of which I currently live in absolute terror: "Es mejor no escribir nada, que aumentar el numero de libros malos que hay en el mundo." However, this one caught my eye, only because it's about the third time I've discussed it this month:
"What was your worst irrational fear as a child?"
I didn't really have a reason for this either, though, the concept of it still brings back memories of lying awake in bed at something like 8 yrs old, trying desperately to conquer the fear so I could make it to the bathroom in the middle of the night with my heart in my throat because I knew for absolutely certain that the wolves (plural. At one point they even all had names and I could tell you their descriptions in painstaking detail. I guess all kids go through that,) were going to jump out from under my bead and eat me...I guess it didn't help much that I had a twin bed that was in the middle of the room with no walls or anything to cower against. Since then I've managed to use this concept to some literary advantage, those of you lucky enough to have seen an advanced copy of 'Beyond' know of what I speak. Those of you who have not, well, you'll just have to wait...
In other news, I got a message from Drollerie Press that 'Mission First' is due out on their website around Mid-March. Yeaaaahh me!!!
Oh, and Stella is almost here. We're not really sure when she's gonna be here, but she's definitely on her way.
Lastly, when I signed on today, there was (as there frequently is) a section at the top of the page entitled 'Writer's Block', just en caso de emergencia you manage to be completely bereft of anything interesting happening in your life and you feel like clogging up the whole of cyberspace with silly little mememememememesszz. Personally, I feel if you're forcing yourself to write, you're likely a potential victim of the editor's axe in the not too distant future, and should be paying attention to that old addage of which I currently live in absolute terror: "Es mejor no escribir nada, que aumentar el numero de libros malos que hay en el mundo." However, this one caught my eye, only because it's about the third time I've discussed it this month:
"What was your worst irrational fear as a child?"
I didn't really have a reason for this either, though, the concept of it still brings back memories of lying awake in bed at something like 8 yrs old, trying desperately to conquer the fear so I could make it to the bathroom in the middle of the night with my heart in my throat because I knew for absolutely certain that the wolves (plural. At one point they even all had names and I could tell you their descriptions in painstaking detail. I guess all kids go through that,) were going to jump out from under my bead and eat me...I guess it didn't help much that I had a twin bed that was in the middle of the room with no walls or anything to cower against. Since then I've managed to use this concept to some literary advantage, those of you lucky enough to have seen an advanced copy of 'Beyond' know of what I speak. Those of you who have not, well, you'll just have to wait...