Sunday Morning, Tired As Hell
Jun. 4th, 2006 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustFrom the Department of Not Pimping Myself Consistently Enough, a memo: Shivers IV (Cemetery Dance, ed. Richard Chizmar), containing my story "Jack-Knife", is finally out; no specific mentions in reviews as yet. (Will have to ask somebody there if this means that Thrillers II is finally on the way, and whether or not a slot has now opened up for something else of mine in CD magazine (or elsewhere).) Enjoy if you can find, find if you want to enjoy--here endeth the lesson.
And speaking of professional stuff, I really should also push myself to make a decision on whether or not I'm going to submit "Spectral Evidence" where it was originally intended to go, since that other matter I can't talk about isn't yet resolved. I suppose it would be a pity to have written it "for nothing", not least since the issues involved don't necessarily factor into it, since that particular venue is ostensibly handled by other people...so, yes. Okay. I'll send it off tonight.
Other news: I'm finally done assessing Fifth Term Project proposals for June/06. It's a comparatively huge load this time 'round (though next time will be bigger!;))...26 submissions from three different sections, six with an incredible amount of unnecessary packaging--I'm not sure exactly who's been telling people that they're more likely to get a nod if they, say, stick mirrors on their script-covers, or print out in a really obnoxious font on scented paper with glitter stuck to it, but you can take it from me that they're WRONG--and 16 with no format specified/number of shots unclear, which is a bit of fudging that's not exactly going to win them friends or influence the judges. Final numbers include ten clear yeses, two with reservations; nine noes; five maybes. And now I'm free to go on to the other thing I've been promising to do for yonks now, which is run my producer up a breakdown of all By Night characters and also make notes about where I could trim a propective five pages/couple of F/X sequences out of the whole thing.
Yesterday, with Steve stil at this event he'll be working until 1:30 PM today, I ran Cal over to Mom's so that I could go work out at the Union Station GoodLife. As I walked over the skies opened up, so that by the time I arrived my shoes were literally sloshing. That's when I found out that that GoodLife is only open 'til 6:00 PM on weekends, which was too bad for me, since it was 5:55. I walked back, did some faaascinating banking on her far-faster computer, and watched Cal blunder around like he was on uppers until Steve finally got there. My shoes will probably take a day or so to dry out, so it's back to the slightly-uncomfortable sneakers for me, but what makes me laugh is that not being able to work out seems to have put me in a slightly shitty mood ever since. Or maybe that's just the painful diarrhea talking.
Anyhow...in other news, I've been getting vague impulses to fit that Mystique-POV piece I abandoned after X2 up, factoring in X3 canon. Just little observations here and there about her understanding of Magneto's motives, how his Mutant Moses self-image is always going to be somewhat undercut by his yearning to be on the front line, to see the war start in his lifetime even if he "has" to die in battle, his fears of being left at Mt. Neebo. How she does keep on calling him Erik, "slave-name" or not. He'll have to pay for his betrayal, but it might be lesson for both of them, a final bonding exercise. Do I actually have time for this, though? This, or anything?
And that's the State o' Me, folks. Back whenever.
And speaking of professional stuff, I really should also push myself to make a decision on whether or not I'm going to submit "Spectral Evidence" where it was originally intended to go, since that other matter I can't talk about isn't yet resolved. I suppose it would be a pity to have written it "for nothing", not least since the issues involved don't necessarily factor into it, since that particular venue is ostensibly handled by other people...so, yes. Okay. I'll send it off tonight.
Other news: I'm finally done assessing Fifth Term Project proposals for June/06. It's a comparatively huge load this time 'round (though next time will be bigger!;))...26 submissions from three different sections, six with an incredible amount of unnecessary packaging--I'm not sure exactly who's been telling people that they're more likely to get a nod if they, say, stick mirrors on their script-covers, or print out in a really obnoxious font on scented paper with glitter stuck to it, but you can take it from me that they're WRONG--and 16 with no format specified/number of shots unclear, which is a bit of fudging that's not exactly going to win them friends or influence the judges. Final numbers include ten clear yeses, two with reservations; nine noes; five maybes. And now I'm free to go on to the other thing I've been promising to do for yonks now, which is run my producer up a breakdown of all By Night characters and also make notes about where I could trim a propective five pages/couple of F/X sequences out of the whole thing.
Yesterday, with Steve stil at this event he'll be working until 1:30 PM today, I ran Cal over to Mom's so that I could go work out at the Union Station GoodLife. As I walked over the skies opened up, so that by the time I arrived my shoes were literally sloshing. That's when I found out that that GoodLife is only open 'til 6:00 PM on weekends, which was too bad for me, since it was 5:55. I walked back, did some faaascinating banking on her far-faster computer, and watched Cal blunder around like he was on uppers until Steve finally got there. My shoes will probably take a day or so to dry out, so it's back to the slightly-uncomfortable sneakers for me, but what makes me laugh is that not being able to work out seems to have put me in a slightly shitty mood ever since. Or maybe that's just the painful diarrhea talking.
Anyhow...in other news, I've been getting vague impulses to fit that Mystique-POV piece I abandoned after X2 up, factoring in X3 canon. Just little observations here and there about her understanding of Magneto's motives, how his Mutant Moses self-image is always going to be somewhat undercut by his yearning to be on the front line, to see the war start in his lifetime even if he "has" to die in battle, his fears of being left at Mt. Neebo. How she does keep on calling him Erik, "slave-name" or not. He'll have to pay for his betrayal, but it might be lesson for both of them, a final bonding exercise. Do I actually have time for this, though? This, or anything?
And that's the State o' Me, folks. Back whenever.
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:36 pm (UTC)Cal's high on life, man...or yogurt, hard to tell sometimes...
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Date: 2006-06-06 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-05 04:17 pm (UTC)BWA?! Are they twelve?!
Sheesh.
Also, Andrew gave the Dinosaur Comics Collection, *Your Whole Family is Made Out of Meat*, most of which is already online - I thought this one would amuse you:
http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=383
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Date: 2006-06-06 08:46 pm (UTC)