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Hot Fuzz Fan Serivce: this is how you do it. Seriously. Funny, good-natured, non-exploitative and misdirection-free.

Soon (by soon I mean by the time I leave for Zurich, so in the next three weeks), I'm going to post some excerpts from ConSweet and an Io Station backgrounder/episode list I'm working on. Then I'm going to let people who want to loose to play on

io_station (which is totally blank, empty and not exciting at the moment, I'll get on that too I suppose). Um... yes. This is either one of those really good plans or really bad plans.

According to the Lulu Title Scorer ConSweet has a 63.7% chance of being a best-selling title. Or something. Yay, procrastination.

I am snowed under with everything right now, although I'm digging myself out from tons of stuff, so if I owe you stuff you should get it soon. Patty was very valiant and stayed up late reading last night while I worked furiously on a screwy deadline.

Where's the outrage around here? Man, I've got such a long list of completely angry-making stuff -- it's not even outrage fatigue, it's like a total inability to organize horror into bite-size pieces for your reading pleasure. Um, once I'm not snowed under that shall return. After all, sadly, it's not like the horror is going away.

On the other hand, I promise you some really filthy recs soon too: the Internet is for porn you didn't necessarily know you'd like.

It's about a bazillion degrees in my office. I'm going for some air while I wait on copy edits.

Please let me get this gig on a commercial for this weekend. $100+/hour for not sex-work is my very special friend. Last time I worked on a commercial was my first date with Patty and I wound up getting golden time, missing our date (how lucky am I that she was chill with this?), making scads of money (about 3K, and that at a rate half of what this commercial is) and having a late dinner with her and THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

This is the best song. THE BEST SONG.