OK, let's try this again.
It's not that I have nothing to say - it's that it's not particularly interesting, and if it is, I am putting it in my writing.
I am mostly done with a fourth "chapter" of my new thing. I wrote furiously on Saturday night without even meaning to; I just opened the document, read through, and started flying. I feared that it was too wordy, too technical, but it's not, really. Rough, sure. It's all rough right now. But fairly good, I think. No smut, either, which is kind of a bummer; I want to get that bit done so I can do some more fun dirty stuff. But first - must establish character and setting. Porn doesn't work as well without it.
Working my butt off at work, too. Things are going well, and relatively smoothly, though not at a steady measured pace - more like stretches of calm productivity punctuated with sudden flurries of completely! intense! stimulus! right now right now right now six different things in my face at once! I'm not a fan of that, and I'm still working on reacting to it calmly and smoothly. Some days are more successful than others. Today wasn't really one of those days, but I don't think I offended anyone, which is a nice change. I'm becoming a master at the very quick apology; now if only I can control the muscles of my face.
Money is very tight right now; too complicated to get into, and it just makes me angry to think about. It's partially my fault (I did buy a lot of stuff at the end of last month for some reason; bad eBay! BAD!) but mostly not. I made the mistake of thinking that things would be fine if I just bought some nice things for myself, some essential, some less so. As usual, whenever I do that, I am wrong. Simple little things like "knowing that I have checks coming in soon" means nothing in the face of the hyper-strict universe in which I must dwell. I've learned my lesson. No more of that. Don't spend a penny unless I can see it on my bank balance; just because I have money coming to me, and I even have it in my hand, doesn't mean that technology won't still kick my legs out from under me and spit in my face. I wish I could make deposits in person, in a bank branch, and not have to use ATMs. That's the peril of "business hours".
In the time since I last posted, I have gotten into: Flight of the Conchords. WAITRESS. Buffy Season Eight comics. Technical lighting design for the stage. Menander. Cannabis Rose perfume. School of Seven Bells. Popol Vuh. INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS. Using epsom salt as a facial scrub. And Dollhouse is filling in very nicely in that giant hole left by Heroes being on hiatus, and is now officially the Sexiest Show On TV.
I get a mention in the most recent, and last ever Heroes Official Magazine. So much for that. I have the complete run of the magazine, some with duplicates/variant covers. Nobody cares about this but me.
I am mostly done with a fourth "chapter" of my new thing. I wrote furiously on Saturday night without even meaning to; I just opened the document, read through, and started flying. I feared that it was too wordy, too technical, but it's not, really. Rough, sure. It's all rough right now. But fairly good, I think. No smut, either, which is kind of a bummer; I want to get that bit done so I can do some more fun dirty stuff. But first - must establish character and setting. Porn doesn't work as well without it.
Working my butt off at work, too. Things are going well, and relatively smoothly, though not at a steady measured pace - more like stretches of calm productivity punctuated with sudden flurries of completely! intense! stimulus! right now right now right now six different things in my face at once! I'm not a fan of that, and I'm still working on reacting to it calmly and smoothly. Some days are more successful than others. Today wasn't really one of those days, but I don't think I offended anyone, which is a nice change. I'm becoming a master at the very quick apology; now if only I can control the muscles of my face.
Money is very tight right now; too complicated to get into, and it just makes me angry to think about. It's partially my fault (I did buy a lot of stuff at the end of last month for some reason; bad eBay! BAD!) but mostly not. I made the mistake of thinking that things would be fine if I just bought some nice things for myself, some essential, some less so. As usual, whenever I do that, I am wrong. Simple little things like "knowing that I have checks coming in soon" means nothing in the face of the hyper-strict universe in which I must dwell. I've learned my lesson. No more of that. Don't spend a penny unless I can see it on my bank balance; just because I have money coming to me, and I even have it in my hand, doesn't mean that technology won't still kick my legs out from under me and spit in my face. I wish I could make deposits in person, in a bank branch, and not have to use ATMs. That's the peril of "business hours".
In the time since I last posted, I have gotten into: Flight of the Conchords. WAITRESS. Buffy Season Eight comics. Technical lighting design for the stage. Menander. Cannabis Rose perfume. School of Seven Bells. Popol Vuh. INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS. Using epsom salt as a facial scrub. And Dollhouse is filling in very nicely in that giant hole left by Heroes being on hiatus, and is now officially the Sexiest Show On TV.
I get a mention in the most recent, and last ever Heroes Official Magazine. So much for that. I have the complete run of the magazine, some with duplicates/variant covers. Nobody cares about this but me.