And we’re counting down to Dragon*Con. Updated the Daily Dragon website for 2010; sent out the second official staff email to my fantastic, fabulous, and forbearing DD worker bees; revved up the @Daily_Dragon Twitter engine; and am generally rapid-firing hamsters like a madwoman.
There will be no sleep. There will be no sanity. There will be only Zuul.
T minus 14 days.
Just got a note from Mur Lafferty letting me know that Escape Pod wants to buy a reprint of my cyberpunk Hades and Persephone re-telling, “Only Springtime When She’s Gone.” Woot!
Woohoo! My Droid just got the Android 2.2 OTA update. Haven’t had a chance to play with it yet, but at long last, I has Froyo! Next quandary, to install the Beta Flash app or wait for it to hit Android Market…
Got my schedules for both Faerie Escape Atlanta, which is this weekend, and Dragon*Con (Sept. 3 – 6):
Faerie Escape
Dragon*Con
Hope to see folks!
And, now that I’m swamped to my eyeballs, I’ve decided to rev up The Stupid Novel effort again. Yep, I only seem to be able to write when I’ve got too many hamsters in the air. My brain hates me, and my muse is a sadistic harlot.
*Yes, that’s 6 o’clock in the morning. The time zone difference between Atlanta and Australia is going to slay me. But it’s not like I’d be able to sleep then anyway. Hell, I’m already losing sleep now, twitching about the Hugos.
Can’t believe July is almost over. Sort of freaking out about it, actually. The @#$! grand jury duty isn’t helping, either. It’s become a tired refrain, but I’m so behind on everything I wanted to get done. Y’know, I’m really sucking at time management, or I still have too many hamsters on my plate. Or both.
Well, I did lob off one more hamster. Just finished overhauling fosteronfilm‘s Dragon*Con Independent Film Festival website. (Shiny?) And we did accomplish a couple major homeowner to-do items: ripped the carpet out of the half-bathroom (I have hated that carpeting since we bought the house almost ten years ago; who carpets a bathroom?) and replaced it with linoleum and had our poor, laboring air conditioner checked over and cleaned. But I never get much satisfaction out of accomplishing domestic stuff. More like a sense of relief to have it done and out of the way.
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Back in the office after a two-week expected-but-sudden holiday. It’s the longest I’ve been out of the office since I started here, and it’s a bit weird. All of the routines I’d established—what applications I launch and in what order when my computer boots, how much cream I put in my office mug, etc.—are a little rusty.
Didn’t get any work done while I was out, of course. Way behind on all my correspondences. Didn’t get any writing done either. So today will be all about playing catch-up. Whee.
So Motorola, Verizon, and Google announced yesterday that the Droid X will be coming out next month, and units have been pre-released to the media.
The Droid X looks impressive—faster processer, 8MP camera, HDMI output port, Adobe Flash, and a bunch of other shiny features. It also has a 4.3-inch screen (compared to the Droid’s 3.7-inch). Thing is, I actually prefer the smaller profile of my Droid. My hands and fingers are small, and I don’t like the idea of possibly having to strain to single-hand commands. Also, the Droid X doesn’t have a physical keyboard, which an hour ago was a definite deal breaker for me. But now I’m less adament. Why the sudden position wobbling, you ask? Continue reading
I know it’s been a while since I posted. Partly I was trying to avoid exacerbating my wing stubs so as to give them a chance to heal—which seems to have worked; let’s hear it for not being in perpetual pain—and partly it’s been insane-busy these last couple weeks.
The Georgia code page proofs are starting to come in at work, which curtails big chunks of my footloose and fancy freetime. Was utterly mowed down by the granddaddy of lingering sinus headaches. Days and days of “ow my head hurts, ow my arms hurt, ow ow OW.” This is also the busiest time of year for fosteronfilm. He’s making his final selections for the Dragon*Con Independent Film Festival, and he’s also still putting in hours as a census worker. And, for the evil icing on the cupcake-o-overwhelmed, we decided this was the time to refinance our mortgage. Did the math—historically low interest rates and all—and realized refinancing would go leaps and bounds towards offsetting this year’s financial hemorrhage.
So, while I was feeling pitiful and pained, and Matthew was stressing over his film festival spreadsheet and evaluating second cut (or third cut in a couple cases) film submissions, we were also filling out refinancing forms, reviewing and assembling piles of paperwork, making varied and sundry phone calls, and comparing and contrasting the bids we got. If I hadn’t already had a headache, the paperwork alone would’ve brought one on.
We ended up opting to do a short lock on our refinancing application, resulting in a much shorter time-frame between initial application to closing. We did it to lock in a lower interest rate when it looked like they were starting to creep back up, although as it turns out, they crept back down to the rate we locked in, so we didn’t really need to. However, assuming no eleventh-hour monkey wrenches, we close and finalize tomorrow. Rah.
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Wingstubs really bothering me of late. Trying to minimize typing…which is tricky considering my vocation(s). But wanted to post a brief note that fellow Critter Litter writers group member Hank Quense interviewed me for his blog.
Owitch. Back to glaring at my keyboard.
