Well, the job angst was moot, as I didn’t get either of them–I ended up calling the phone place back, but they’d already filled the position and the other thing fell through. I’m not sure whether to be peeved or relieved. I think if the phone thing comes up again, I’ll re-apply. […]
Archive for September, 2004
So I got a really positive bite on one of the resumes I sent out. It’s for a tech support/phone sales job, naturally, phone sales being the thing I hate most in the world. But it does offer flexible hours and casual dress code, two things I find vitally important in not going […]
Public service announcement
Posted in General on Sep 14th, 2004
Some of you have probably heard about the plagiarism troubles going on in spiketara, but in the interests of getting the word around, the details are here and here. estepheia has done an incredibly detailed and fair-minded investigation, and deserves much chocolate for her troubles.
The general blarghness of me is explained–I’m coming down with a cold. Observe my snot-choked sinuses. On second thought, don’t.
Wrote four whole sentences. This is an improvement over yesterday. Deleted three of them. Stupid Angel.
There hasn’t been a good kerfuffle in awhile, so I guess everyone’s been saving it up. Not only did we have the Great Oakland Vulkon Kerfuffle this week, but there’s apparently some other vast and far-flung argument peripherally involving fanon and characterization issues out there somewhere. As usual, I wandered in late […]
For your reading pleasure
Posted in General on Sep 8th, 2004
There weren’t any skeletons and chittering rats in Antonia Corvini’s soundproofed, climate-controlled basement, any more than there was a cobwebby pipe organ in her Danish Modern living room. That would have been too, too, Hammer Films. But the basement smelled right, redolent with the delicious tang of human fear. Evie crouched in […]
From my favorite line in “Centerfold.” >:)
Navel-gazing
Posted in General on Sep 4th, 2004
So do you ever get feedback which is essentially favorable and even gushing, but which makes you quail with terror that you’ve gotten it all completely wrong and are writing not just crud but unclear crud? I want to shriek, whilst grabbing the unfortunate reader by the lapels, “Where did I screw up? […]
OK, I’m taking the first step and admitting that my flist is totally out of control. Sure, it’s nowhere near as large as a lot of peoples’, but it’s large enough that it scares me. Now, this is not one of those “I’m going to defriend you but no hard feelings” posts, because […]
The Archetypical Post-NFA Story, Schmoopy Version:
Spike and/or Angel: Hello, Buffy.
Buffy: Spike! And/or Angel! I thought you were dead! Or not, as the case may be.
Spike and/or Angel: Well, you got that one wrong.
Buffy: Why didn’t you call?
Spike and/or Angel: Because A: Andrew said you didn’t trust me B: […]