Acetone depletion and Angry bird Falcon

So this morning, I un-velcroed my ass from bed and went to work. I wore my trusty no-slip (except on mossy underwater rocks and bad footing, therefore it’s your own damn fault for being clumsy) Sandugo sandals, since slipping off a sidewalk onto the path of a moving vehicle is not a good way to die. I was sitting inside the shuttle on my way to work, and a girl was looking in the general direction of my toes.

I realized belatedly that a few weeks back, I was bored enough to do an activity I do once a year. I had cleaned my toenails. Now before you lecture me about the importance of good hygiene: I clean my toenails regularly, thank you very much, but not with the complete ensemble of a pusher, a nipper, a nail file, a nail cutter, and subsequent pink chemicals. Yes, I do it once a year. Yes, I do live like a college dude. Don’t look at me like that.

bartender, another monster coke float please.

Receiving criticism for work you’ve written is part of being a writer. It’s actually a requirement for a writer to ask for feedback. It helps, really, when you are told that parts of your sentences suck, that your subjects and verbs have irreconcilable differences and should be annulled, and that your stories are pure drivel and your manuscript should be thrown into the fire. That last part isn’t true: I typically keep my sucky stories so I can laugh about them on my free time.

So anyway, this morning I got feedback for one of the stories I wrote and let me just say, BURN BABY BURN! The test reader seemed so incensed (irked, angry, furious, miffed) at my writing that she took a lot of her precious time to detail my shortcomings. Her tone tempted me to write her an apology for wasting her time on my story. At any rate, she sounded like the reincarnation of William Safire in heels, with fangs and can breathe fire. (I happen to like William Safire; he shared his lessons in locution, language and usage with humor so nobody minds being corrected.)

when you're assailed with a bundle of cuteness

So today, I tried out the Tumblr Cloud app, and realized that I mention Mabie tons of times in my posts (mostly crazy chat logs and insane adventures in motherships). I also realized that I haven’t written anything for myself and my entertainment in more than a month. I find that a little amusing, since lately I’ve been spending much of my time not wallowing in a dank dreary pit of misery.

I have been writing, yes - mostly copy, work stuff, and all of the other stuff that require good grammar and some concept of cohesion and coherence. Fiction, not much. I’m in one of those states when, upon waking, you are excited to welcome a new day. It’s a state when your waking hours are much better than those spent asleep and dreaming. (Did I just write that? O_O Hocrap. Cue Rica hurling a block of cheese in my direction. One cannot duck these, may pektus eh.)

Though of course, we can’t have good days every day.

James Boice talks about The Good and The Ghastly facts about writing

James Boice talks about The Good and The Ghastly facts about writing

There are moments when you meet people who are absolutely interesting and insanely pleasant to (virtually) interact with. It’s a plus when said people are open to sharing themselves to the world. Thanks James Boice, while we can’t promise to eventually be as good as you are, we can however promise to be as rabidly persistent.

screwy photography

pirs taym using an oldschool cam and film! bobo shots, FTW!