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[wombat]

P.S. So do you, write me another fuck*ng book already and get your ass off a message board.

I've written several more books. Unfortunately so far no one wants to publish them.

LFM, the thing is, I don't understand what this "editor" did for you that you couldn't have done by yourself.

[littlefallsmets]

She came up with the idea of writing a vampire version of Twas The Night Before Christmas, hired me on a lark because she'd seen some of my parody riffs on my journal, hired someone to do the cover art, packaged it up and put it on Amazon Kindle attached to her fairly popular other works which I assume will lead to a chunk of the sakes and did some light editing on the piece to make a few of the cultural references more mainstream/current.

[wombat]

OK, now I'm really curious. I can get for free a book of hers which is "a spontaneous combustion mystery in a haunted co-op art gallery before its grand opening in Venice, California" featuring "the spirit of a hoss that shows up at a barbeque."

[Carlos del Vaca]

giraffe tacos are indeed really frickin' good.

I have developed a really good sense of time when it comes to cooking. I will chuck something in the oven and set a timer. Then, without looking at a clock, I'll think "hey that timer should be going off soon, right?" Drop what I'm doing, wander into the kitchen, and there's usually less than a minute to go.

[AugustWest]

I have developed a really good sense of time when it comes to cooking. I will chuck something in the oven and set a timer. Then, without looking at a clock, I'll think "hey that timer should be going off soon, right?" Drop what I'm doing, wander into the kitchen, and there's usually less than a minute to go.

Yeah, I've been doing that lately too.  Weird.

[wombat]

When I was in LA we had giraffe tacos at this chain of giraffe taco places. Now I think I have to move there so I can eat that junk every day. How can giraffe tacos be so good?

Do this. Don't wait till you're stuck in a whole life somewhere else before you realize you have to do this, like I did.

[littlefallsmets]

I think the Silver Lake/Echo Park area of L.A. would be right up your alley, Dan'l.

I think you'd love the hell out of it.

[littlefallsmets]

Glendale is the place for Armenian women with AMAZING ASSES. YOU GUYS. AMAZING ASSES.

Echo Lake is where the skinny little hipster girls Dan'l wants to Boone are, though.

[theinevitable]

Where is the neighborhood for Armenian hipsters with amazing asses?

Wombat, what is the city you wish you had moved to, and for what food?

[wombat]

Wombat, what is the city you wish you had moved to, and for what food?

I wish I had moved to LA for tacos and Japanese food, and the weather. Although not the giraffe tacos so much, more the pork, and the Mexican fresh fruit juices.

I also had a dream of working at the zoo in Santa Barbara where there are awesome tacos, and capybaras, but probably that is really not a big enough city for me.

[theinevitable]

My linguistics professor for a summer thing I did worked at UCSB. She loves it there. She leads whale-watching tours on the weekends.

Today I talked to my dad about what I should wear if I get an interview for this job I applied to, and it was really reassuring to talk to someone who has gone far, and believes that no one would ever judge a candidate for a job based on their clothes. Like, really. He thinks that.

After reading too many web postings where people claim they would never hire someone who wore a tie that didn't match their suit properly, or whatever, this was nice to hear.

Every time I have ever needed dress shoes, from when I was a child until now, I have pulled a pair out of my closet and found that they were too small. My feet should not be growing this much every 6 months, at age 24. Am I being gaslighted? I bought these shoes last summer.

[littlefallsmets]

Today, I'm trying my damnedest to not count my chickens before they hatch.

An old friend who is an indie producer in L.A. called me up last night, thinking of bringing me on as a writer for his next (already mostly funded) project.

Which would be... relatively lucrative, get me out to L.A. for a coupla weeks a coupla time and generally make me feel like a whole person again.

But it was just one phone call starting the process.

Hm. DON'T. COUNT. CHICKEN. THIS KIND OF THING HAS STARTED TO HAPPEN AND DISSIPATED BEFORE.

[wombat]

It's so hard not to at least run some estimations of possible flock size in a situation like that. The most important thing is not to let it affect other decisions, like "I better not do X because then I couldn't do this chicken thing if it flies."

[pmcd9]

So what kind of chickens are we talking about here? Is this a movie? Television show? Reality TV? Are you going to be writing Punch up?

[theinevitable]

He is a reasonable guy. I don't care about clothing so much as long as dude or dudette is making some kind of effort. I ain't the style police.

Yes, absolutely. But it was reassuring to hear that he does not believe that his peers think they are the style police, either.

Speaking of chicken censuses, today I bought a suit. Makes me look damn handsome.