4516: Rectifier
The thing I've been following since Monday with nearly the rabidity of its creator is the Dresden Codak Kickstarter, which Mr. Diaz projected would get fully funded in a few days.
It was fully funded in ONE HOUR.
I feel I've been good to think he has the prime business model for a slower artist [quality over quantity], but I didn't realize HOW good. Or, alternately, how POOR that it took him nearly eight years to build up a demand such that he gets this torrent of money all at once vs. in a constant stream like better business people.
S'pose I don't know any better, though--I follow a handful of "successful" web comics and just analyze what they're doing, and all I've really figured out is that I'm not ready to follow suit 'cause I'm not a salesperson. It's much easier to be a patron than to fund-raise, obviously [I leapt on the DC bandwagon pretty much as I decided how much was reasonable to fritter away all at once, rationalizing that it's just one extra car payment on my paid-off car, though the prestige of the fanciest of pants$5k[!!!] tier is definitely alluring [I jumped at being the first "top tier" backer for Poorcraft for the luls, but turns out a LOT of people have money, too, as DC proves with its quick $1k tier sell-out]].
Mostly, I've just been tired. I'm back to where I'm consistently going to bed late and getting MAYBE five hours of sleep combined [even when sick, I have never to my knowledge been able to sleep longer than ~3-4 hours before waking up, which I suppose is partly from the pleasure of realizing I can go BACK to sleep [*lazy*]], which partly stems from having to work in "playtime" as the last thing I'm allowed to do during the day, and unfortunately XCOM is something I could literally play all night =p [also, Super Amazing Wagon Adventure, which is maddening but I can't stop playing it]
Today was particularly tiring because we had a big huge important "dress up all nice and shit" meeting and we [HR] had to show up at SEVEN to get everything ready... or, well, I "got" to go to Kinko's and pick up the presentations we could totally have printed and bound in-house for a shitload LESS money but gaddamnit these peeps are big huge important "dress up all nice and shit" peeps and it's worth the expense [SO I AM TOLD].
Then it got MOAR FUN when Falco asked me to call Baudville [dot com], where we ordered the Staff Appreciation gifts last Wednesday, to see where they were... and I was told, "Well, we only had 44 of the 70 you requested, and they're being discontinued, so we were waiting for your follow-up to see what to do."
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YES, OUR FOLLOW-UP. NO, THEY DID NOT MENTION THE ITEM BEING DISCONTINUED. YES, I INQUIRED ABOUT PURCHASING *SEVENTY* OF THAT SPECIFIC ITEM BEFORE ORDERING. NO, FALCO DIDN'T GET ANY NOTIFICATION THERE WAS A PROBLEM [it's her card, so I put her as the POC]
So after some exasperation followed by chewing out [Falco's], we rushed the remaining 44 items plus 26 of a similar-but-not-really-as-good item [the message is not as "appreciative"] to arrive "no later but definitely by 3p" tomorrow [or, well, today]... could have guaranteed morning delivery for ***$400*** shipping, but fuck that, we don't appreciate the staff THAT much 9_9 ¬_¬
So FUCK YOU, BAUDVILLE.COM, NEVER AGAIN >_< [which is too bad, I still like the naff "puzzle piece lapel pin in baggie-shaped pin box" gift they nixed]
...I remember being mad about something else, too, but two wraps for lunch + three bonus wraps for "I don't have to make dinner for Charles" dinner + much needed nap = I forgot what it was =/
Anyway, heels + wet grass = FAIL [which also reduces to heels = FAIL]
[[at least my gaddamned money got deposited AND I have plenty for bills after putting half straight into savings per "I blew through savings and don't get withholdings anymore" strategizing]]
[[[and next month should cover DC, though it's a long time left to decide WHAT'S ONE MORE BAD DECISION and get the $5k tier after all]]]
[[[[please stop me]]]]
It was fully funded in ONE HOUR.
I feel I've been good to think he has the prime business model for a slower artist [quality over quantity], but I didn't realize HOW good. Or, alternately, how POOR that it took him nearly eight years to build up a demand such that he gets this torrent of money all at once vs. in a constant stream like better business people.
S'pose I don't know any better, though--I follow a handful of "successful" web comics and just analyze what they're doing, and all I've really figured out is that I'm not ready to follow suit 'cause I'm not a salesperson. It's much easier to be a patron than to fund-raise, obviously [I leapt on the DC bandwagon pretty much as I decided how much was reasonable to fritter away all at once, rationalizing that it's just one extra car payment on my paid-off car, though the prestige of the fanciest of pants$5k[!!!] tier is definitely alluring [I jumped at being the first "top tier" backer for Poorcraft for the luls, but turns out a LOT of people have money, too, as DC proves with its quick $1k tier sell-out]].
Mostly, I've just been tired. I'm back to where I'm consistently going to bed late and getting MAYBE five hours of sleep combined [even when sick, I have never to my knowledge been able to sleep longer than ~3-4 hours before waking up, which I suppose is partly from the pleasure of realizing I can go BACK to sleep [*lazy*]], which partly stems from having to work in "playtime" as the last thing I'm allowed to do during the day, and unfortunately XCOM is something I could literally play all night =p [also, Super Amazing Wagon Adventure, which is maddening but I can't stop playing it]
Today was particularly tiring because we had a big huge important "dress up all nice and shit" meeting and we [HR] had to show up at SEVEN to get everything ready... or, well, I "got" to go to Kinko's and pick up the presentations we could totally have printed and bound in-house for a shitload LESS money but gaddamnit these peeps are big huge important "dress up all nice and shit" peeps and it's worth the expense [SO I AM TOLD].
Then it got MOAR FUN when Falco asked me to call Baudville [dot com], where we ordered the Staff Appreciation gifts last Wednesday, to see where they were... and I was told, "Well, we only had 44 of the 70 you requested, and they're being discontinued, so we were waiting for your follow-up to see what to do."
...
.......
.................
YES, OUR FOLLOW-UP. NO, THEY DID NOT MENTION THE ITEM BEING DISCONTINUED. YES, I INQUIRED ABOUT PURCHASING *SEVENTY* OF THAT SPECIFIC ITEM BEFORE ORDERING. NO, FALCO DIDN'T GET ANY NOTIFICATION THERE WAS A PROBLEM [it's her card, so I put her as the POC]
So after some exasperation followed by chewing out [Falco's], we rushed the remaining 44 items plus 26 of a similar-but-not-really-as-good item [the message is not as "appreciative"] to arrive "no later but definitely by 3p" tomorrow [or, well, today]... could have guaranteed morning delivery for ***$400*** shipping, but fuck that, we don't appreciate the staff THAT much 9_9 ¬_¬
So FUCK YOU, BAUDVILLE.COM, NEVER AGAIN >_< [which is too bad, I still like the naff "puzzle piece lapel pin in baggie-shaped pin box" gift they nixed]
...I remember being mad about something else, too, but two wraps for lunch + three bonus wraps for "I don't have to make dinner for Charles" dinner + much needed nap = I forgot what it was =/
Anyway, heels + wet grass = FAIL [which also reduces to heels = FAIL]
[[at least my gaddamned money got deposited AND I have plenty for bills after putting half straight into savings per "I blew through savings and don't get withholdings anymore" strategizing]]
[[[and next month should cover DC, though it's a long time left to decide WHAT'S ONE MORE BAD DECISION and get the $5k tier after all]]]
[[[[please stop me]]]]