blah* I've gone through and checked checks against orders in my ordering database, so that I could correctly mark off those people I don't need to harass into paying me. I'm a very polite harasser, really, but the major down-side of doing CDs the way I do -- IE, 'the pre-orders pay for the production costs' -- is that when people don't pay me, I have real trouble making the albums actually exist. In other news, I now have 212 pre-orders in the system. I feel special.
* I've reviewed the final mastered tracks for Red Roses and Dead Things, confirming that they are MADE OF AWESOME. I am, of course, hyper-critical of my own performances, but that's my nature, and everything I can be objective about on the album is fantastic. Michelle Dockrey, Maya Bohnhoff, and Tom Smith are all super-cool in their appearances, and Tony Fabris just blows me out of the water with his mournful Dave Davenport. I'm so glad this album is about to exist.
* I've also written the back page for the liner notes, which is sort of like the acknowledgments page in a book, only with a lot more references to James Gunn and his pressing need to call me. And yes, I will be sending him a copy of the album. He's on the extremely short 'freebie' list. (It consists of James Gunn, Stephen King, and Eric Kripke, for this album. Because I am a good little horror girl.)
* Since I like not being clubbed to death by The Agent for getting nothing done**, I've also been plugging away on The Brightest Fell. The goal du jour is hitting three hundred pages, and then breaking to hammer on The Mourning Edition for a little while. I find it hysterical -- and also annoying -- that I have, like, two books in my entire 'write this' list that start with the word 'the,' and I'm working on them both at once. Bah.
* Also, I keep stopping to poke at Facebook, and its addictive little clicky-clicky vampire game. You know you're hooked when you consider soliciting total strangers to join your clan. Again, bah.
More to come, after I find my desk under this pile o' crap.
(*Local values of 'better' include 'capable of moving around under own power without feeling the intense need to stop and yark up everything consumed in the past hour' and 'capable of stringing six coherent words together in a line.' We've lowered our standards, now up yours.)
(**My definition of 'getting nothing done' is a very specialized one. I know this thing.)
December 21 2008, 20:52:45 UTC 8 years ago
2) The icon is free for the taking, if you're interested. (And glad it was a hit---do you have any idea how HARD it is to find an image of ONE beer in a refridgerator? Three pages into "the last beer" before I found one that wasn't a fridge full of beer. Go figure.)
December 31 2008, 05:00:29 UTC 8 years ago
2) Dude, you approached the point of making your own photo op. That's always fun. Rock on you!
December 31 2008, 05:11:34 UTC 8 years ago
I sometimes wonder if the internet isn't surrepticiously sucking all the life out of me. And then I remember that it gives me robot porn so that's OK.
January 1 2009, 20:54:19 UTC 8 years ago
January 1 2009, 21:20:34 UTC 8 years ago