9. Only do things if you're gonna do them WELL. [ Video Post -- Public.]
[Squalo sprawls back in his couch, staring at the camera]
VOOOII!
[Lets the scream echo a bit, before he scowls.]
I spent the entire week reading blogs. Not just... important blogs, but just John Doe blogs. People are so fucking stupid, their pity parties and their ridiculous need to inform the world they exist. I'm curious, though, if there's really people sad enough to believe in all they read in there. Meh.
[Shrugs.]
In other fan-fucking-tastic news, my boss was bitching about consistency this week, he says you would rather a long series of connected articles, instead of how I've been doing things. They sell better, he said.
[Eyeroll.]
VOOOII! So I went and brought him the latest serialized crap I could buy - something about a cat-like boy, I think - and asked if that sort of shit was what he wanted me to write.
[Grins.]
No serial articles in the future, it seems. But apparently he's interested in publishing a round of books for next year's book fair.
[Makes a face.]
VOOOOII! What the hell would I write a book about? On a fucking deadline, too! I guess suggestions on how to waste my talent are welcome.
[Snort.]
I refuse to end up a sissy pulp fiction writer. What the fuck was that moron thinking?
VOOOII!
[Lets the scream echo a bit, before he scowls.]
I spent the entire week reading blogs. Not just... important blogs, but just John Doe blogs. People are so fucking stupid, their pity parties and their ridiculous need to inform the world they exist. I'm curious, though, if there's really people sad enough to believe in all they read in there. Meh.
[Shrugs.]
In other fan-fucking-tastic news, my boss was bitching about consistency this week, he says you would rather a long series of connected articles, instead of how I've been doing things. They sell better, he said.
[Eyeroll.]
VOOOII! So I went and brought him the latest serialized crap I could buy - something about a cat-like boy, I think - and asked if that sort of shit was what he wanted me to write.
[Grins.]
No serial articles in the future, it seems. But apparently he's interested in publishing a round of books for next year's book fair.
[Makes a face.]
VOOOOII! What the hell would I write a book about? On a fucking deadline, too! I guess suggestions on how to waste my talent are welcome.
[Snort.]
I refuse to end up a sissy pulp fiction writer. What the fuck was that moron thinking?