So, I did the calculator thingy for the "economic stimulus payment," and we're apparently going to get the maximum payment.
This...will pay for about half of the initial aracari expenses, should we elect to buy one.
I have very mixed emotions about this.
I also found out, on our trip to Emerald Forest, that I've been pronouncing "aracari" wrong, and will have to retrain myself. It's "araSari," not "araKari." Apparently that letter that shows up as a "c" in our alphabet is actually that "c with the little curlicue under it" that the French use in names like Francois.
In other news, it's snowing. *growls* We let the dog out, and immediately after she came in, the Gray Cat hopped down from the top of the couch and began licking the wet from her fur. Gray Cat is such a weirdo. "I will love the dog, and your feet, but do not touch me with your hands, puny humans."
Also, I've been having mood swings like whoa, and I thank God just a little more every day that I'm going to see my GYN on Thursday. A song like
this should not bring me to tears, and really little things have been making me rageful completely out of proportion to their importance in the great scheme of things. I'm about ready to rip my ovaries out with a rusty spork.
For something completely different, I've discovered an object lesson in how a professional writer should not act under any circumstances.
Exhibit A: u have an attitude. then what the hell do you publish lip service? I don't need you.
Exhibit B: I have been published all over this world I don't need you attitude so I deleted your ass and have a good trip.
Exhibit C: Assholes like you are only amusing. And no, I don't need to watch what I say to editors. I am an editor of four publications. I have also published my poems 706 times in the last 14 months, in over 200 publications. Guidelines are important, but not to the point of exlusion for their own sake; over quality of submissions, or, even a novice such as myself to flash fiction.
These are all from the same guy, to two different publications...after he got rejected for sending them something completely out of guideline. Apex Digest doesn't publish poetry, and AlienSkin doesn't publish stories under 500 words, unless they're in the "micro" category, in which case they must be exactly 150 words.
But apparently Mr. Michael Lee Johnson thinks that he is a Very Special Snowflake, and the guidelines don't apply to him! After all, he's been published at a vanity press Lulu! You'd think that these would be the actions of a spoiled 18-year-old kid.
You'd be wrong. According to his
profile on Blogger, he's sixty.
Oi.