Do you guys think I could ever have ideas Cracked might want? Even though I don't really think in lists like a High Fidelity guy...they pay pretty well, and the whole idea of making money with stuff I know is fairly appealing. Except what do I know in a way that other people aren't better at it?(obviously not the grammar for that question) This is why I didn't try it last year.

erika, I think you're funny, and you've got the kind of sense of humor Cracked seems to prefer. And you know lots of stuff, and know how to do research on things you don't know. Give it a try!

I don't know. Historically, I don't do well in "clubby" places, but being a Buffista, we practically have our own language, and despite my initial anxiety nobody at Daily Kos ever told me to shut up and take my article down(although there is a real Ross and Rachel aspect to it since it took me years to post anything there.)

um ... this seemed the appropriate place to mention this ... I saw an ad for a book called "Spank Me, Mr. Darcy" ... from Samhain

sj, so glad to hear that W-S is taking such good care of you.

Thanks! When I arrived and saw the line, I mentally prepared myself for not getting a signature on my book. Not every place I have been to for an event has been that thoughtful.

"Spank Me, Mr. Darcy"

I hope it's better than 50 Shades of Grey. Mr. Darcy deserves good porn.

it's just ... oy

I'd read that.

In related bondage news, this morning I woke to EVERY collar in the house not currently on a cat scattering around my bedroom floor. I didn't even know I'd held on to that many used cat collars for no apparent reason. Gonna have to move that storage box to somewhere that isn't quite as easy for Nico to get into. Interestingly, he leaves all the nip toys inside, just pulled out all the collars. Cat's got priorities. I have no idea what they are, but to him they must be clear.

eta: none of this kitty activity is done in silence, he yowls the entire time like he's been abandoned and is only the entity left in the universe.

I think this may be my stupidest injury yet. I got my finger caught in the folding mechanism of a ladder. I wasn't folding or unfolding the ladder at the time. The ladder was folded up, leaning against the wall, and I was walking by it, and suddenly, finger stuck. It's turning some interesting colors. On my left hand, so I'll be fine with writing, but probably won't be playing guitar for a few days.

Ouch, Hil.

I slammed my hand into the metal frame of my cubicle today. I just had no sense of moving in space.