This one time at Writer's Camp…
Memorably Bloody Death
I still don’t have the internet at my new place, so for now I’m forced to come into work 4 hours early to get some work done. It’s not bad (free drinks) but still, hard to work on some stuff while in public. The right ambience is hard to achieve while you’re listening to some Nouveau Paris music.
The Wikipedia Wars continue. I really don’t have the time or inclination to continue fighting facts against a consensus. A consensus, as someone once pointed out, could make 8+8=14. Just because a consensus agreed that 14 is the answer does not make it right. But again, I’m pretty tired of this. Unlike most of the people who I seem to be battling against, I don’t have all the time in the world for petty arguments. I have two careers going on right now; mudslingin’ isn’t helping either of them.
*slings mud as random*
I hope to have super exciting news within the next few weeks. It involves publishing and books. You can assume anything you want from that.
Thanks for all those
poor lost souls volunteers who offered themselves up to the Redshirt gods. I’ve got a good chunk of memorable deaths planned for you all.
Memorable = bloody.