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Tuesday, Truly a day of ups and downs. Another good journalist has retired from the field -- Dr. Scott Liles of Media Sin announced that he wants to concentrate on his real life and his drawing, so his journaling days have come to an end (although he said that he'll leave the archives up for interested readers). We'll miss you, Doc -- good luck with the art and the delightful Amy. Lyndon spent a good chunk of last night on IRC commiserating with people about Stephi. He's asked Christian to try and find out where we can send flowers or make other arrangements, but considering the amount of antipathy that Stephi's family holds towards him, we'll probably wind up doing something on our own. Poor Stephi -- sometimes, I can't help feeling that God has a lot to answer for. On a minor note, I have another dental appointment tomorrow with Dr. Margareta, Dentist to the Gods, to see why my root canal is slowly turning grey and sensitive. I suspect much novocaine will be used tomorrow, if not actual antibiotics (which might also explain the nausea of the last week or so, come to think of it). Beat me, whip me, stick large needles into my jaw -- you know I love it.
In addition to all this talent, the man also has a hell of a nifty journal. I invite y'all to check it out. And Trey, thank you for the kind words. They really mean a lot. Marti -- you have more than six readers, honest. And you're TWENTY-SIX? That's ALL? I am speechless with awe, I really am. Everything you've done -- your life, your kids, your schooling, your writing -- astounds me. You are truly an incredible woman, and one hell of an inspiration. Oh, and now that I've whined and bitched like a red-headed stepchild about the job front, there seems to be not one but two glimmers of hope on the horizon. I don't want to go into details just now for fear of jinxing it, but please put in a good word for me with whatever deity you worship, thanks. Julie, you are a goddess -- thank you so much for your email and the suggestion. And finally, as I suspected, Tina is returning today with tales of rambunctious adventures and two pierced nipples. I swear, these young folks get up to the gosh-darnedest things. In conclusion, people, I charge you to observe this Fat Tuesday and celebrate your ass off, whether it be in a crowd of dancing, shouting strangers or in the privacy of your own home. Do something sensual and lovely for yourselves -- treat the flesh for once, revel in it. It deserves the break. HEY! I just realized something (it's GOOD to change the calendar to the current month) -- Easter's at the end of April this year! Which means that, since I'm going to be in England for my intensive course ANYWAY -- I can go to Eastercon in Glasgow! Whee! *bouncebouncebounce* |
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