Well. When I typed that subject line, I was thinking of the “Year of Miracles” commission, which is just shy of equalling the number of subscribers (138) “Hot Time” had from its two months of sales, eight months apart. I think I should give a copy of “Hot Time” to the 139th person who subscribes to “Year of Miracles”. And maybe to the 150th. And if I reach 175, I’ll provide something more extravagant–TRUTHSEEKER, probably, and something else I can’t talk about right now–and should I reach 200 subscribers I…
triumph!
I got paint! And then I painted! The wall is much brighter and nicer looking now. I think it needs a second coat, so I’m going to have to get more paint, but I am v. pleased to have accomplished that, and if I don’t manage the second coat before the housewarming party, oh well. No big deal. The damned dryer won’t be delivered until next Thursday. :p Guess that’s about it for tonight. :) eta: Dude. Totally *not* it: I forgot to say “Down to the last 48 hours:…
go figure.
Teh Intarwebs, upon being asked, explained how one dyes a synthetic wig (answer: with permanent ink markers, as most dyes are meant for natural fibers). I have for aaaages wanted to do a Chiana (or at least a Nebari) costume for Halloween. Getting a white wig (maybe something like this?) and coloring it appropriately with a marker wouldn’t really be that hard. A bit time consuming, but since it’d be short and only the roots need ‘dying’, not that bad. Going to the trouble of a Nebari costume, however, really…
“Take A Chance” on eBay
The five issue run of “Take A Chance” is being auctioned off on eBay by somebody or other, in case someone would like to have a copy. Yesterday, unrelated to this auction since I didn’t know about it, and therefore randomly, because I was feeling gloomy about the prospect of ever, ever, ever finishing the series (I’m pretty gloomy about ever getting a graphic novel out, for that matter. Or getting paid by the Dabels. Anyway.) I had the vague thought of continuing it online as a crowdfunded novel. In…
Mmmgggh.
It has been an unpleasantly early morning here at the Murphy Lee household. Like, although Ted had left for work only twenty minutes earlier, ten minutes ago I thought, “Christ, it must be nearly ten by now,” and was horrified when I looked at the clock and it was a quarter to eight. I doubt my functionality for the day. I have to get masonry paint, a paint roller and pan, and brush, so I can paint the wall outside, but I’m not quite sure how to manage that with…