Bahah

"Who do you have to dickslap to get some bread around here?"

Asshole For Hire from James Van Der Beek

Tallies

So, looks like I stubbed my toes 89 times last year (counting from March to end of the year): 55 left toe stubs, 34 right toe stubs.

Battle not with editors...

...lest you become one...



Seriously, this is why all editors go insane, eventually.

WTF?

Okay, if I know you, and you own these, please tell me, so that I can not be friends with you anymore. These just may be the lamest shoes, ever...

Hipster Holidays

I'm not the only one irritated by the "Hipster Christmas" Hyundai ads...

Pomplamoose Pimps Hyundais

I would like to bludgeon the twee mofo in this with those jingle bells he's brandishing. Kinda like this...

*JING* SMASH *JING* SMASH *JING* SMASH

And then put'em in the trunk of a Hyundai and drive it off a bridge.

"HO HO HO!"

2011

Well, hello, there, 2011. Funny to hear the wind howling outside this morning -- it was 54 degrees yesterday, and today's high is 27 degrees. Out with the old, in with the new.

And away we go...

So much for 2010. A curious year for me, really. Quiet, compared with the turbulent 2008, and the dreadful 2009. 2010 began as a stalemate, transitioned to something better. Kind of odd, the passage of these past few years, relative to the long slog of the years before them.

I'm ready for you, 2011. Bring it!

Shouting Match

Last night, way early, maybe 3 a.m. (?) I overheard a couple arguing somewhere in the building. They were really going at it. From their voices, it sounded like a couple of 20-somethings arguing. The guy said at one point, referencing the fire escape "There's a real quick elevator for you, right there." The gal said some stuff, but I couldn't hear it, and then later, I heard the guy yell "Stop striking me!" Which seemed kind of a prissy way of putting it. "Striking?" I think some cops came at some point, because I heard a third voice there, and the guy calmed down, and the gal quieted down. My sense was that the guy was the primary asshole in the confrontation, although they were both probably drunk (since usually the 3-4 a.m. loud confrontations like that are when the bars close, and folks head home).

Wow.

It's amazing that the year's almost over. What a year it's been, too. I'm thinking 2011 will be a much better year, across the board. I'm certainly working to make it so.

It's around 41 degrees right now. That's also kind of amazing, since we're nearly into January. WTF?!

B1's 9th birthday is coming up, too. I got him some great presents. I'm excited for him to get them, as I think he'll dig'em.

This and that

I mailed out the Fantasy novel this morning. Yay! Hopefully something'll come of it. One of the liabilities of my current printer is the thing has dinky inkjet cartridges. I think the next time I print out something substantive, I'll go to Kinko's. I didn't want to have to do that this go'round, however.

I picked up the boys this afternoon, and they're chilling out with me.

Made spaghetti with a homemade marinara sauce tonight. Yum! My boys won't touch the stuff. Some day, they'll actually try what I cook, and they'll realize that I'm a good cook!

Companionship

Aww, Weighted Companion Cube. So sweet. I hardly knew ye...

PORTAL was a fun, funny, demented game. The sequel comes out next year, near my birthday. I can hardly wait! See GLaDOS watching in the background? Her camera? She hates the Weighted Companion Cube.

Not a creature was stirring...

...except for me, naturally. I woke up around 10:45 last night, and felt like I'd been asleep a long time. I think I'd just conked so quickly that it felt like that. Got up early, as ever.

The boys enjoyed their Christmas; B1 said "I wish today would never end." which was sweet and sad. I told him he'd have many more good Christmases to come. B1 still believes in Santa Claus. B2 wanted there to be more presents under my tree, but I'd stuck with getting the boys three presents each, with three that were shared between them, too, for a total of nine gifts. I thought that was plenty. But I can't compete by myself with Exene's family, who pile on the giftage -- I mean, it's 5:1 odds against me, there, peoplewise! I'm sure Exene's sister and mom went over the top on gifting. I got a glimpse when I picked up the boys. The boys enjoyed what I got'em, but I just didn't get'em as much as their relatives did, I guess.

We had a white Christmas, which was pretty. Not as idyllic as the snow of the other day, which was very picturesque. But it was nice enough.

I took advantage of Exene having the boys Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning to finish the editing of the third book I'm trying to sell. I'm going to get that out the door this week. All part of increasing the odds, getting the product out the door! After that, not sure what I'll work on next. I have to take stock, see what I should work on next. It's all about getting the books out that I can get out the quickest, rather than the drafts that require more massaging to get finalized. It's nice to have that much material to fall back on, however, to be in the position of having to choose what to send out the door, and having more, rather than less material.

Some SF ideas that I've had in my head awhile are bouncing around in there, and I may indulge them sooner or later. I'm trying to eat my broccoli, writing-wise, and handle the business side of things, instead of diving into the fun of working on a new piece.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, everybody!