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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineNo, my pants are still on. Freaks. I can smell your disappointment. Or maybe that's an obscure type of cheese. No matter.
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In the wake of a fresh dose of variegated suck, I'm going to be redirecting some energies. I've discovered that "getting published more" is one of those things that just doesn't make a dent in my list of priorities. It's down there in the vicinity of "replace kitchen linoleum," just a lot less expensive.
Sure, it was nifty that it happened, but I don't have the rabid, frenetic drive to go for it the way![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaylake, gooddamon, and matociquala do. Yes, part of this is self-pitying wound-licking after the latest round of rejections, but part of it is the frank admission that, other than the random snippet, I don't have market-sized stories bouncing around my hindbrain, ready to be unspooled like so much dancing ink. So I'm going to stop fretting about it, which does absolutely nobody any good. If anything occurrs to me, I'll spit it out, but the way things stand right now, paralysis through analysis is the order of the day, and that's gotten to be pretty fucking annoying.
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Hopefully, cat health issues will be illuminated with a vet visit tomorrow. Our two older meows have been uncomfortable and unhappy for a little while, and things came to a head earlier this week. Nothing threatening (we hope), but it's mystifying K & I, so we're calling on the professionals. Don't want our furry retards to be uncomfortable and unhappy.
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It's coming up on tax season, or my annual excuse to figure out how to pay as little for the government I don't want as I possibly can. A foretaste that everyone can make use of to cut down what they owe - a refund on the excise tax on long distance phone service.
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Inspired bynetgoth and various guildmates in WoW, this weekend's project (assuming too much time isn't devoured by feline maintenance and driving to some point a couple hours south to meet up with K's brother, his wife & daughter) is the excavation of my desk. This will doubtless snowball to include a full-scale cleaning and reorganization of the guest room/office, and may well spill over into our bedroom.
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On a somewhat related note, my digital camera has effectively shit itself. I can return it to the manufacturer, along with a hunk of cash, for replacement with a refurbished newer model (this doesn't really blow my skirt up with thrill, can you tell?). I'd be more upset if I used it a lot, but I don't. The RAZR my office pays for has adequate capabilities for my needs, honestly. I just don't take that many pictures.
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Besides, my life is more interesting when it's left to your fervid little imaginations to supply the visuals. Even if they are cheese-scented.
Freaks.
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In the wake of a fresh dose of variegated suck, I'm going to be redirecting some energies. I've discovered that "getting published more" is one of those things that just doesn't make a dent in my list of priorities. It's down there in the vicinity of "replace kitchen linoleum," just a lot less expensive.
Sure, it was nifty that it happened, but I don't have the rabid, frenetic drive to go for it the way
jaylake, gooddamon, and matociquala do. Yes, part of this is self-pitying wound-licking after the latest round of rejections, but part of it is the frank admission that, other than the random snippet, I don't have market-sized stories bouncing around my hindbrain, ready to be unspooled like so much dancing ink. So I'm going to stop fretting about it, which does absolutely nobody any good. If anything occurrs to me, I'll spit it out, but the way things stand right now, paralysis through analysis is the order of the day, and that's gotten to be pretty fucking annoying.+
Hopefully, cat health issues will be illuminated with a vet visit tomorrow. Our two older meows have been uncomfortable and unhappy for a little while, and things came to a head earlier this week. Nothing threatening (we hope), but it's mystifying K & I, so we're calling on the professionals. Don't want our furry retards to be uncomfortable and unhappy.
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It's coming up on tax season, or my annual excuse to figure out how to pay as little for the government I don't want as I possibly can. A foretaste that everyone can make use of to cut down what they owe - a refund on the excise tax on long distance phone service.
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Inspired by
netgoth and various guildmates in WoW, this weekend's project (assuming too much time isn't devoured by feline maintenance and driving to some point a couple hours south to meet up with K's brother, his wife & daughter) is the excavation of my desk. This will doubtless snowball to include a full-scale cleaning and reorganization of the guest room/office, and may well spill over into our bedroom.+
On a somewhat related note, my digital camera has effectively shit itself. I can return it to the manufacturer, along with a hunk of cash, for replacement with a refurbished newer model (this doesn't really blow my skirt up with thrill, can you tell?). I'd be more upset if I used it a lot, but I don't. The RAZR my office pays for has adequate capabilities for my needs, honestly. I just don't take that many pictures.
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Besides, my life is more interesting when it's left to your fervid little imaginations to supply the visuals. Even if they are cheese-scented.
Freaks.
