I didn't get to bed until 2 a.m. last night. I told myself I could still get up with 5 hours sleep, shower and drink a Red Bull, then make my 10 a.m. meeting with a smile on my face. I don't operate well on less than 8 hours, so this was crazily idealistic at the best of times ( Read more... )

Unsurprisingly, the worst thing about working for yourself is never feeling like you're off duty. Since my return from Vegas, I've broken loads of promises about staying in touch ( Read more... )

Other than occasional attempted dalliances with my phone, I've been AFK for nearly two weeks ( Read more... )

I can't decide if I feel more like a real live company or more like a poser. Lunch meeting at an independent bruncherie was followed by pairing off with one partner to come up with new client pitches ( Read more... )

I've rediscovered the time killing wonder that is Kingdom of Loathing.

Hey Ms. Center of the Universe, uranus dark spot lovin' Z, are you still active? Cause my sweet lil' Miss Tiki is in search of a clan.

I really ought to make up my mind whether I want to kill mobster penguins or mutant elves. I keep waffling and killing both.

I'm in bidness ( Read more... )

If you could slap a label on my personal blog, what would you call me?

The writing gig was a good time while it lasted, but they finally tanked. This isn't a surprise. They've always been open about the fact that they could go under any day ( Read more... )

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Thanks for the pep talks and enthusiasm, folks. It means a TON to me. You guys rock my casbah.