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I did nothing on the book cover today, because I was off screwing about with errands and overtures to a company to replace my current scut job. Maybe make a few more shekels if I jump ship.
Anyway, the clock's ticking with the cover (must be done by month's end) so I think I will take some time off next week. If I'm quitting I need to use the time anyway. Fun, fun to use your vacation days cramming a deadline, but c'est la guerre.
But all this knocks a big hole in my embryonic dreams of sloping off to Writercon. I haven't let myself consider it before, but now I really want to, suddenly. Bam: I wanna go. But money is a problem, and so is time. I'm really sick of money and time. Bitches.
Pounding headache from spending the evening tarting up a new resume. Another fun hobby, very relaxing. It's a measure of my desperation that I broke down and bought two books on resume-tarting today, so I wouldn't have to think. Vile, the whole process.
Okay, spoilers...
This Rome stuff reads dreadfully lame to me. Dawn? But we never see her face? Are you kidding me? And then we get back-of-Buffy head, across a crowded room, in the very same episode? Eh?
Okay, the supply of dusters and shoes made me laugh (especially when somebody remembered Spike's "I'm drowning in footwear" line in Chosen), but this business of body double Dawn and Buffy sounds mortifying. If they can't get them on the show, they shouldn't, uh, have them on the show. I hope these spoilers are incomplete and misleading (as they frequently are), but it's a slim hope. It's set up that it might not be Buffy, that Spike and Angel are being suckered, but that Dawn thing! I mean, she opens the door. If they only show the back of "Dawn's" head or stick to reaction shots from S and A, it's going to be lameness squared. Ick.
Apparently I really missed out by failing to watch the TV movie Judas on telly last night. A friend described it over lunch. Produced quick and dirty to cash in on the dubious heat surrounding The Passion, this film boasted Tim Matheson as Pontius Pilate, and a Judas who huffed at a parable-saying Jesus: "I hate it when you do that! Why can't you just say what you mean?" Creative interpretation of Gospel text included Caiaphas seething: "We need a contingency plan," and Jesus Himself observing from the cross: "It's my DESTINY!" Who needs to stick to the Seven Words when you've got scripting like that? :D
Writercon. Writercon. There has to be a way. Does anyone need a roomie?
Anyway, the clock's ticking with the cover (must be done by month's end) so I think I will take some time off next week. If I'm quitting I need to use the time anyway. Fun, fun to use your vacation days cramming a deadline, but c'est la guerre.
But all this knocks a big hole in my embryonic dreams of sloping off to Writercon. I haven't let myself consider it before, but now I really want to, suddenly. Bam: I wanna go. But money is a problem, and so is time. I'm really sick of money and time. Bitches.
Pounding headache from spending the evening tarting up a new resume. Another fun hobby, very relaxing. It's a measure of my desperation that I broke down and bought two books on resume-tarting today, so I wouldn't have to think. Vile, the whole process.
Okay, spoilers...
This Rome stuff reads dreadfully lame to me. Dawn? But we never see her face? Are you kidding me? And then we get back-of-Buffy head, across a crowded room, in the very same episode? Eh?
Okay, the supply of dusters and shoes made me laugh (especially when somebody remembered Spike's "I'm drowning in footwear" line in Chosen), but this business of body double Dawn and Buffy sounds mortifying. If they can't get them on the show, they shouldn't, uh, have them on the show. I hope these spoilers are incomplete and misleading (as they frequently are), but it's a slim hope. It's set up that it might not be Buffy, that Spike and Angel are being suckered, but that Dawn thing! I mean, she opens the door. If they only show the back of "Dawn's" head or stick to reaction shots from S and A, it's going to be lameness squared. Ick.
Apparently I really missed out by failing to watch the TV movie Judas on telly last night. A friend described it over lunch. Produced quick and dirty to cash in on the dubious heat surrounding The Passion, this film boasted Tim Matheson as Pontius Pilate, and a Judas who huffed at a parable-saying Jesus: "I hate it when you do that! Why can't you just say what you mean?" Creative interpretation of Gospel text included Caiaphas seething: "We need a contingency plan," and Jesus Himself observing from the cross: "It's my DESTINY!" Who needs to stick to the Seven Words when you've got scripting like that? :D
Writercon. Writercon. There has to be a way. Does anyone need a roomie?