Everybody's got the right
My parents still fail. Got an e-mail from my dad earlier that was all 'we can tell you want some space, so we won't call anymore'. That's not the point! I'd wanted them to call for ages, but I don't know what to say to them.
Other things:
1. I hate resumes. Cover letters suck too, but for some reason, I think they suck less.
2. International Spy Museum, perhaps? It's worth a shot. I'm probably going to end up sending a resume to every museum in Washington DC and Philadelphia. Someone has to want a tour whore guide. I miss my tourism industry.
3. Went to a party as Pepper last night. It was... vaguely successful in that I stood in a corner and watched, which is... exactly what Pepper would do. Surprised much, anyone? Chracter hijinks happened on the way back, which... made the entire night worth it somehow.
4. I might dig through my hard drive for the WIP meme later. Or I might post something. Or, well, if any of your characters want to talk to any of mine, let 'em loose here. Or, hell, if any of your characters want to talk to -me-... not that I would know why they would, but hell. Have at.
ETA: My dad called and left a voice mail, literally reading the e-mail he sent me. I... don't know what to do with that. I honestly don't.
Other things:
1. I hate resumes. Cover letters suck too, but for some reason, I think they suck less.
2. International Spy Museum, perhaps? It's worth a shot. I'm probably going to end up sending a resume to every museum in Washington DC and Philadelphia. Someone has to want a tour whore guide. I miss my tourism industry.
3. Went to a party as Pepper last night. It was... vaguely successful in that I stood in a corner and watched, which is... exactly what Pepper would do. Surprised much, anyone? Chracter hijinks happened on the way back, which... made the entire night worth it somehow.
4. I might dig through my hard drive for the WIP meme later. Or I might post something. Or, well, if any of your characters want to talk to any of mine, let 'em loose here. Or, hell, if any of your characters want to talk to -me-... not that I would know why they would, but hell. Have at.
ETA: My dad called and left a voice mail, literally reading the e-mail he sent me. I... don't know what to do with that. I honestly don't.