She has eight of the essays, she wants the other four. And to talk to me.

I can't take any more time off from work. I'm here in between panicking about other deadlines and waiting for the info I need to make them.

So, yeah, I have til Wednesday to write the other four essays.

I'm fucking doomed. And scared. And hopeful. And someone just invited me to talk at WonderCon about Vampire People, but i don't really get what they want. I'm overwhelmed. I'm so overwhelmed.

Chunk it down. Put the WonderCon thing aside 'til the essays are done. Work on the essays at work (or think about them, or jot down notes about them) instead of posting to us.

Do you know the topics for the other four?

You're not doomed. You might be scared, but use that as nervous energy, and keep feeling hopeful.

Now go write. If you can post at work, you can do something on your essays while you're at work.

Took me eighteen minutes to find this.

Or you could have asked me, and I would have provided. Unless you were having fun, and then carry on.

Or you could have asked me, and I would have provided

I was sure I had it somewhere, or knew where it was. And then became frustrated that this wasn't so. At least I know where it is for next time. It's about the only COMM I ever want to pull out when the context presents itself.

Gud's link makes me want to barf.

Yeah, I've seen this one before. It's cool.

What's kinda freaky is that it does not work at all on my bad eye, despite the fact that vision in that eye has improved enough where I can actually see the image.

The google link at the top of my gmail says, "Free Baby Samples". Huh. I think I'm a little past the sampling stage.

Moppety responded to one of my comments in her lj, today. When I got the email notification in gmail, all the gmail ads included on the side were lice-remedy links. As near as I can tell, this is because moppety mentioned something about having something "in her head." I nearly choked.

When I got the email notification in gmail, all the gmail ads included on the side were lice-remedy links. As near as I can tell, this is because moppety mentioned something about having something "in her head." I nearly choked.

You've made my head itch from a thousand miles away.

Last year or so, somebody here shared a link to an article (was is Slate or Salon?) about a woman who worked long overtime hours as a high paid hair colorist (a salon speciality) in order to afford ultra-expensive couture clothes. Does anyone remember this and can link me up again?

Huh. The Yahoo!News page linked to an article about thesmokinggun.com's just-posted investigation of memoirist James Frey, which I'd just a few minutes ago found from a link on Salon.com.

Fraudulent writers are weirdly fascinating: all that time and energy invested in the persona, the invented past, propping it all up. Or cheerfully playing with it (like JT Leroy) or stubbornly withholding any information at all aside from the words themselves (like blinvisible playwright Jane Martin, who may be Jane Martin but also may be a man, a husband-and-wife writing team, or a collective). And the journalists and researchers who can cause such terrible harm -- and again with the huge amounts of time and energy, along with high visibility and the high likelihood of getting caught and of really awful consequences.

Compared to someone like the Korean cloning researcher whose lab research and thousands of pages of findings have fallen in like a house of cards over the last few weeks, Frey is terribly small potatoes. But, still, weirdly mesmerizing (to me, anyhow).

like blinvisible playwright Jane Martin, who may be Jane Martin but also may be a man

It's a man, baby! (I'm totally convinced it is, and as such, rant every time Martin is included in women playwright anthologies.)