I’ve got all but one page for issue 3 of Chance now. (Crap, I’m going to *have* to write the 5th and 6th issues soon!) God, Ardian’s good.
I’m a bad person.
I think perhaps I’m not cut out for RP servers on CoH. Too many years of MUSHing, I suspect. I was just watching a character who’d come from a sheltered background drop pieces of information about her history and cryptic clues about what she was supposed to do to find herself, and she said she shouldn’t pursue them right then, because she felt very lost and alone. All I could think to say was, “Vulnerable, perhaps? Would you like to have sex?” I didn’t. I’m a better person than *that*.…
attention, doctor friends!
My friend is thinking about med school, and is doing some information gathering. I know I’ve got at least three full-fledged doctor friends on my flist, so if any of you happen to see this and want to share good advice, her post regarding the topic is here. Thank you!
unexpected social activity
We went into Cork today to find Ted some shoes (apparently this is the Fortnight Of The Shoe) and upon arriving at Patrick Street, discovered trundling toward us. Actually, Ted discovered her, and said, “Hey, isn’t that ? To the left. The left. The *left*,” while I looked all over the place and failed to find her. Turned out she and and their daughter were just about to go have lunch at the self-same restaurant Ted and I were planning to eat at, so we agreed to meet there after…
my day otherwise
Ironically enough, my day was otherwise extremely good. -sigh- Last week, or possibly the week before, the gentleman running PCon this year emailed me to see if I’d be interested in doing an interview with a student who was looking to do an interview with a comic artist for a film class. I wrote back and said I’d love to, but I was only a lowly writer. Turned out a lowly writer would do, so I went in to meet the guy today to talk about the interview and stuff.…