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seanan_mcguireOkay, so. A few things...
1. I am still assembling the T-shirt spreadsheet. I had intended to finish last night, but then my home internet decided to emulate the mighty banana slug and travel at a speed of approximately three miles per hour, making navigating LJ borderline impossible. So if you haven't heard back from me, you do not yet need to worry. I will post one more time when the spreadsheet is done, saying "if you haven't heard back from me, worry." But if you followed the instructions (name, size, color, email address on the original post) or contacted me and asked politely for an exception, you should be fine.
2. I just found out that apparently, my drummer on Wicked Girls was never paid. I thought he'd been paid out of the money I gave my producer, but no, that all went to mixing. Given the math of albums, this is totally believable, but marginally, you know, inconvenient. So if you don't yet have a copy of Wicked Girls, or wanted to get one for a friend, now would be an awesome time to do so, as I now have an unexpected recording-related bill to pay.
3. I have a convention this weekend, and word counts to make, and I'm trying to post a piece of Newsflesh-related short fiction every day during the countdown to Deadline. So in the interests of maintaining my own sanity, I'm declaring amnesty from my normal "answer all comments" blog policy where those posts are concerned. I'll try to answer direct questions and the like, but I won't answer every expression of "yay, more story." I'll read and appreciate them all, I just need to use my time in other ways right this second. :)
4. My phone is dead. Not just a little dead; dead-dead, the great death from which there is no returning. So I'm a little grumpy, and only accessible via electronic channels right now. Some of which don't work from home, where the internet is toast. Did I mention that this was the best week ever?
5. There is no number five. I just didn't want to end the list on an even number.
1. I am still assembling the T-shirt spreadsheet. I had intended to finish last night, but then my home internet decided to emulate the mighty banana slug and travel at a speed of approximately three miles per hour, making navigating LJ borderline impossible. So if you haven't heard back from me, you do not yet need to worry. I will post one more time when the spreadsheet is done, saying "if you haven't heard back from me, worry." But if you followed the instructions (name, size, color, email address on the original post) or contacted me and asked politely for an exception, you should be fine.
2. I just found out that apparently, my drummer on Wicked Girls was never paid. I thought he'd been paid out of the money I gave my producer, but no, that all went to mixing. Given the math of albums, this is totally believable, but marginally, you know, inconvenient. So if you don't yet have a copy of Wicked Girls, or wanted to get one for a friend, now would be an awesome time to do so, as I now have an unexpected recording-related bill to pay.
3. I have a convention this weekend, and word counts to make, and I'm trying to post a piece of Newsflesh-related short fiction every day during the countdown to Deadline. So in the interests of maintaining my own sanity, I'm declaring amnesty from my normal "answer all comments" blog policy where those posts are concerned. I'll try to answer direct questions and the like, but I won't answer every expression of "yay, more story." I'll read and appreciate them all, I just need to use my time in other ways right this second. :)
4. My phone is dead. Not just a little dead; dead-dead, the great death from which there is no returning. So I'm a little grumpy, and only accessible via electronic channels right now. Some of which don't work from home, where the internet is toast. Did I mention that this was the best week ever?
5. There is no number five. I just didn't want to end the list on an even number.
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Date: 2011-05-12 07:11 pm (UTC)Kent doesn't take it kindly when he sees me shaking and a (maybe) crying a little when I'm putting on my shoes to go to work.
He came to pick me up at work one day and was in full-on wolf mode: hair down, earring, leather jacket. And he had a very polite discussion with the aforementioned waste of oxygen that went in shorthand "You're a good guy, but you are jumping all over her triggers. She has issues with large men and I would appreciate it if you would respect that. And you will NEVER lay hands on her again."
6'4" vs 5'6" Guess who won?
Well, I guess that depends. He bided his time and tried to fuck me over. 5' 9" a clean record. Stupid move. And, oh...so sorry...I happen to be in good with the CHPD.
There are some people who are going to be very unhappy when this all goes down. I may look young, but that is the biggest mistake you can make.
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Date: 2011-05-12 08:33 pm (UTC)Dude, Kent should make sure this dude's body is never found. I can loan you some flesh-ripper crabs...
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Date: 2011-05-12 10:39 pm (UTC)I have been abused and taken advantage of my entire life. It took me almost 38 years, but I am no longer a victim. I'm a survivor with a MASSIVE grudge.
I will take the loan, though. What are your terms? I can always repay in cupcakes.
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Date: 2011-05-13 07:31 pm (UTC)I'll send the crabs your way!