[REDACTED UNTIL SUBMISSION TO PUBLICATION IS APPROVED/DENIED]

This is weather the cuckoo likes, plain brown insecticide using tarnish plotted radio.
-the Cut-Ups

By the time I got to my apartment tonight I thanked my lucky stars for the endothermic properties of evaporating freon… Why do I need the blinking AC in January? Shouldn’t it still be nice and cool naturally?

Think about this for a second: in the nineteenth century, people had no air conditioning, dressed in heavy wool outfits, and believed that bathing was unhealthy. Try to imagine how long you’d have lasted at a crowded 4th of July picnic in 1899. Gah.

Pix got a Job!! I’m glad, as she goes to school, and being with out a source of loot is mighty stinky. in related news, dotgirl showed me this.. Metallica is so sue-crazy! eep. “Take that, pretty ladies in underwear!”

You have to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, and know when to run. If you only know three out of four, you can’t really call yourself a gambler.

Going Vegan again, at least for a week, starting Saturday. Going to attempt to reenter the lifestyle.

Heck, I don’t even know how far it is to the nearest good Mongolian bar-b-que.

Quotes regarding my current job, here.

“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go Sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
– Smart hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, from the book named for his race.

Very appropriate.

Regarding what happened to my earlier entry, I think I came up with an explanation. A local burst of solar energy ionized, and angered the tiny pixies who live in my machine and caused them to stomp the nasty bits of data flat before posting it to LJ. it’s the only logical explanation.

Textbooks To Blame for Stupid Teens

Researchers compiled 500 pages of errors, ranging from maps depicting the equator passing through the southern United States to a photo of singer Linda Ronstadt labeled as a silicon crystal.

Hmm… and I thought the kids today weren’t reading! 🙂

I stayed up too late last night, writing out some snail mail, being astounded at how atrocious my handwriting has become… those of you who’ve received holiday cards from me know what I’m talking about. My penmanship has never been award-winning, but it’s to the point where I actually feel a need to work at polishing it up some. I feel like such a weirdo, but I actually prefer to do my word processing on a machine, and then hand-write letters after the fact, once I have it the way I like it.

Still no word back from Analog… but that’s to be expected. I think I’m just going to try to forget about it until a acceptance or rejection letter arrives. I don’t like submitting stuff in paper format… it’s so wasteful. More magazines should consider e-mail or floppy for submissions, just to spare a couple of trees. here’s how they like it –

Manuscripts must be computer-printed or typed, double-spaced, on white paper, one side of the sheet only. Please avoid unusual or very small typefaces. Indent paragraphs but do not leave extra space between them. Please do not put manuscripts in binders or folders. We do not accept e-mail or fax submissions.

Author’s name and address should be on the first page of the manuscript. No material submitted can be returned or acknowledged unless accompanied by sufficient postage, stamped and addressed envelope (not a postcard), or stamped International Reply Coupons. No simultaneous submissions please.

Analog pays 6-8 cents per word for short stories up to 7,500 words, $450-600 for stories between 7,500 and 10,000 words, and 5-6 cents per word for longer material. We prefer lengths between 2,000 and 7,000 words for shorts, 10,000-20,000 words for novelettes, and 40,000-80,000 for serials. Fact articles are paid for at the rate of 6 cents per word.

Stuff I submitted was about 4,000 words, or approx $280 a story. Another reason I’ll never be a professional writer, I just can’t crank out enough to support myself in a way that I’d like… I have no idea how much I could get published, but if I assume ‘1 in 10’.. (a ratio I pulled from behind, of no value, but sounds good), I’d probably make enough to get by, comfortably. *ponders* Well, I’ll consider that dream more later.

Ok… Where’s my post from last night?

I wrote a chunky entry right before bed, right after the frankenmuppet, and now it’s vanished into the ether.

Hmm… I’ll have to ask Brad.

1 Jim Henson’s Frankenstein The horror, the horror.
Brutalized muppet corpses make this tragic, wretched
figure fun for all ages. Children spend hours identifying
terrifying muppet body parts, or counting the days until
this bitter monstrosity rises up to kill its creator. Ages 3
and up.
XU 999-2919 A … 29.99

The Day…

thanks Gina, for showing me the site!

“What spirit is so empty and blind,
that it cannot grasp the fact
that the human foot is more noble than the shoe
and the human skin more beautiful
than the garment with which it is clothed?”
–Michelangelo

Did I mention today how smitten with her I am?

*dreamy sigh*

🙂

If you’d like to exchange Valentines with me, and don’t feel comfy with the VAGG list..e-mail me at scottobear@livejournal.com, and I’ll give you my snail mail addy. 🙂

right now counting myself we’re at 62…i was thinking of breaking them up into 3 groups of 21 (if we get one more) or 4 groups of 12 (if we dont) or something around that area. i can definitely definitely say no one will have to mail out more than 20-25 tops. getting mail is good. paying for postage is not.