Story Submissions

Woo... I submitted two stories today. Scary scary. Of course, only one was mine but honestly, I think it's a lot more unnerving to submit for someone else because you become painfully aware that any ignorance or poor grammar you express in the cover letter reflects on them. Other than that, totally different genres and destinations, so there's no weird competition. Still. Big step for me. It's way easier to sit back and complain about not being famous than to actually try to take steps to remedy that.

Submissions, it turns out, are a surprising amount of hassle. One which involves spreadsheets and other unpleasant things. I'm now running OpenOffice on the Mac. Whee!

Anyhow. Lots to do and little time to do it. Night.

Home sweet home

Link swiped from idragosani.


Here's your little dose of the world I cam from. http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hYCD4Gu5sgpDRm3qzPcAyhDNNLDQ Sure, this stuff happens everywhere you say. However, I contend that it happens ALL THE TIME there.

You know... We've had a couple decades of awareness about pre-natal alcohol and drug use and lead in paint and stuff like that and yet I see no evidence that people are getting smarter or acting less brain-damaged.

The TeeVee Talked To Me!

Stacey turned on Bush giving some speech about why we needed to keep pouring money into Haliburton and stuff. I'm so sick of this stuff that it was suddenly funny somehow.

Shrub: And enemy attacks have come down the past couple of months.

Me: NO SHIT SHERLOCK! It's the middle of summer in the middle of the fucking desert! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out! They only thing anyone in their right mind would want to attack is a giant ice-cold lager! Just THINK about this for a second. Pretend you're an Al Queda dude.

AQ1: Hey! Let's go blow up some of those capitalist dogs!
AQ2: Dude! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out. I just went to take a leak and got nothing but STEAM.
AQ1: But we must kill them! KILL THEM ALL! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
AQ2: I think you have heat stroke.
AQ1: *grabs weapon starts to run out of camp*
AQ2: *tackles AQ1* Woah hoss!
AQ1: *foaming at the mouth* KILL KILL KILL! I wanna eat dead burned bodies!
AQ2: Listen man... We can kill them LATER.
AQ1: *rocking back and forth shouting kill kill kill*
AQ2: Rolls eyes. Okay. Hey. Look. You wanna kill them... How about this. Let's spend a couple of months planning... Say until November... With a good plan we can kill MORE of them.
AQ1: *suddenly comes to his senses* You know... You're right. It's fucking hot.


It has to be hard being Bush and believing everyone is as stupid as you are.

First pass

Okay! Well. It's not quite complete yet, but the wordpress version of my website is starting to shape up. You can find it at http://halfcircle.wordpress.com/ I'll finish fleshing it out over the weekend but right now, I have other tasks to tend to.

So stupid it hurts!

Ashy was grumbling about all the web image-formats trashing the palette for a piece she was doing and naturally this made me want to try to figure out some brilliant solution! Witness the spectacular failure of my solution! http://circle.twu.net/sudoku.swf

I thought that maybe if I separated out the RGB channels and played them REALLY FAST in flash, they'd blur together into a perfect palette.

I found a way to make my art give children seizures! I think MAYBE if you stared at it long enough and your computer was fast enough, it'd work. Realistically though, you're probably just going to go insane. :)