So at my fitting on Sunday, I also need to talk serious business to Seyta about my tux. Which, aside from making lots of decisions, basically means I need her to talk me down from my "I'm afraid I'll look like a waiter" fears. As if, in something that's a) $$$$, b) custom, and c) explicitly from the first half of the 20th century in cut and style.
I think I just solved the major structural block on Kali and I's fantasy novel project. Now we just have to solve one key plot issue, and I think we can finally fucking write this. (YES, YES, we figured it out, WE UNBROKE THE NOVEL!). Oh Greg and Val, I have missed you! Meanwhile, I think I am getting more EtGB from her today, which means we're getting closer to you all getting Chapter 3, but we're probably still a couple of weeks away. I'd like to have it out before Dragon*Con, although we'll see.
From the departments of WTF?!?!?, Get The Fuck Off My Team, and This Is Why Fandom Can't Have Nice Things: someone compares watching Torchwood: Children of Earth to getting raped. Actual rape survivors tell her off (this is seriously triggery) but get told in response they just don't love Jack and Ianto enough. While there is some widespread speculation that this person is a troll: 1) that doesn't make this less revolting and 2) they've had the journal for over a year, so I actually think they are sincere in their batshittery.
From the department of embarrassing enough to make me scream: brief cover email to the personal essay I sent in over the weekend? It's one late-night giant typo of incoherence. Luckily it's only a sentence and doesn't really matter, but I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT.
estelofimladris, who in my head I refer to as "West Coast Jack" (I'm East Coast Jack), just posted these fucking fish and they are MESMERIZING. You could disable nations by getting them to stare at these things (click your mouse to feed them).
Oh, there will probably be more later as stuff comes to me.
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Date: 2009-08-17 06:35 pm (UTC)Which is why Canadians think the U.S. is crazy.