Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
And You Are . . ?
I’m annoyed. And, really, too busy to contemplate writing some involved thing about my goings on. Which are too boring to report, if I’m being completely honest. And I am. To wit(t):
- This threat won’t carry a lot of weight, considering my total commercial-radio listening time amounts to about two hours a week, but I’m ready to remove our local adult-contemporary station from my presets. While they’re all cool with the retro/80s stuff every now and then, the increasingly omnipresent crossover-country shit is getting to be too much. Is this happening to you? I hear the opening slide-guitar notes and immediately hit the button to transport Mia and I to the local bootie station. Or whatever Casiotone, experimental tripe our local college station is pumping out. (Sorry, V-89. I’m just annoyed right now. It’s me, not you.) Anyway, it was bad enough when I had to dodge the harmonica intros from Blues Traveler. Can it get much worse?
- When I wrote the ad for a technical editor to replace MYSELF, basically (I was promoted), I’d really hoped that the position would be filled inside of two weeks.
And it hasn’t been. Not by a long shot. Dammit-it-all.It’s finally been filled . . . incidentally, with a friend of mine. (Cue Danger Music.) But she’s not starting for more than three weeks, so I’m stocking up on the knee pads and petro-jelly. - It’s hard out there for an espresso addict . . . on Easter. Leave it to Starbucks and their Corporate Coffee Compatriots to feed the needs of caffeine-dependent pagans everywhere. Seriously, after some Easter-morning disc-golfing, I swung by the nearest indie coffee shop for my great-big mocha . . . and, ooops, they were observing the “anniversary” of Christ rising from the dead. Target (with an in-store Starbucks) was closed, and Border’s (featuring Seattle’s Best or Finest or Something-or-Other) was opening two hours late. I was literally zig-zagging around Tallahassee for 30 minutes before finding an open place. I’m not exactly sure how many coffee shops are closer to our house than that particular Starbucks, but FUCK THEM ALL. Jesus and the Easter Bunny would never want to see Their flock put through that kind of caffeine withdrawal.
- The opposite of annoying: For you creative-writing (and publishing hopeful) types . . . a friend pointed me to Duotrope, which is like the Poet’s / Writer’s Markets, but online and searchable. It’s really badass . . . user-friendly and user-updated. Seriously, this is making it that much MORE likely that I’ll send out poems for
publicationcertain rejection.