Well, it's been way too long since I've posted anything here, and other than checking out the news at the dragoncon LJ and checking in on old friends, I don't hang out here much. I've moved to warmer environs on Facebook and elsewhere.

So, in short, I'll be a guest at Dragon*Con once again this year. I'll also have stories published in two pulp anthologies, one this year and one next year.

And I've finally changed jobs. Not companies, unfortunately, just jobs. I'm still doing menial grunt work, but it's menial grunt work with a lot less stress, and the same money I was getting before. My Doctor Who/House vibe wasn't working with the Brazil/Hee Haw thing they've got going, and it was just time to move on.

Call of the Day

The day isn't over yet, but we've already got a winner for dumbass call of the day.

A woman called in complaining about a charge she didn't believe she had to pay and wanted the number she should call to complain. I told her she was calling it and asked for her info.

The charge she was calling about is one that everyone has to pay, and after I explained it to her and told her what it was she was OK with it, more or less. "Yes it's exorbitant, and yes you have to pay it. We're a member owned co-op. We have to treat everyone the same. Like crap."

Things I Will Miss About This Year's Dragon*Con

With Dragon*Con less than a month away, I thought it time to list all the things I'm going to hate missing about this year's convention.

#1 Hanging out with new and old friends Van Allen Plexico, Joe Crowe, Larry Davis, Gary Mitchell, and all the gang over at the Sci-Fi & Fantasy Literature Track

#2 Talking Planet of the Apes, King Kong, and more with Joe Crowe at the Science Fiction Classics Track.

#4 Robert Englund

#5 Yancy Butler (I didn't watch Witchblade, but I enjoyed her performance in that short-lived cop show Mann & Machine. Yeah, it was trite and a bit cheesy, but so was Firefly.)

#5 Trace Beaulieu, Frank "TV's Frank" Conniff, and Joel Hodgson of MST3K fame.

#6 John Scalzi

#7 The live broadcast of the 100th episode of I Should Be Writing

And, what I won't miss . . .

#1 The crowds.

#2 The clouds of patchouli.

#3 The crowds.

#4 The feeling of wasted time when I leave a panel thinking, "Wait, did I really just spend an hour talking about Land of the Lost?"
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No Dragon*Con This Year

Before you guys get all nuts, I mean no Dragon*Con for me.

The Powers That Be have apparently lumped me in with all the hobbyists and wannabes, and haven't approved my guest status as of yet, and as my wife will be 8 months pregnant by the time the con rolls around, we're bowing out this year to retool, refresh, and add to our familial unit.

I've had a blast running around down there, being on panels, and meeting wonderful guys and gals like Joe Crowe and Shane Ivey of RevolutionSF shame, Van Allen Plexico, Anya Martin and her hubby Phillip Nutman, eugie, hazelrah1, and others (please forgive me if I've left anyone out or forgotten your Livejournal handles), but it's time to work on other aspects of my life for now, namely getting my copywriting business off the ground, so I'll actually have time to work on a possible RPG project, and finally get that novel written, which should get me back in the good graces with D*C's guest committee, and I have no illusions of it doing anything other than maybe pay a few bills once in a while.

At least on the copywriting front, I'm showing some progress. Since March, I've worked on more projects than all of last year combined, and I hope to at least double what I'm making at the day job so I can cut it loose once and for all. Between fielding calls from people who ask, "What do ya'll provide? Power? Is that like the lights and stuff?" and a corporate culture that can only be described as a hybrid of Brazil and Hee-Haw with the promotion procedure of a Klingon bird of prey, not to mention that we are under the same economic and employment conditions that forced me to come here in the first place, I have no choice but to strike out on my own.

But I'll be back at D*C next year spreading the joy. Mark my words.

New Stuff on the Horizon

It's been a busy weekend here at the Casa de Palmer. We used part of the money from a client check to get back with our cable company, and add wireless Internet as well. Ubiquitous Wi-Fi makes me happy. Now all I need to do is figure out how to configure file sharing so I can print remotely and access my laptop files on the desktop. If anyone out there in Internetland knows how to do that, please let me know.

In baby news, my lovely wife is six weeks along, and no worse for wear other than periodic boughts of "morning" sickness, which can occur at any time of the day or night. And she's eating pickles like there's going to be a cucumber blight.

We go for the first ultrasound in another month, and will be able to find out the sex of the baby in about another three months.

More news as I have it, and have time to report it.

I'm going to be a father

Well, it's official. I'm going to be a daddy. We expect our little one around October 31st. Halloween.

Now before everyone starts, let me tell you I've already heard it before. Everyone at work thinks that's right up my alley, as I had been saying, since we knew it would be due sometime in October, "Wouldn't it be great if . . .". And I've already been ending my announcements of this most holy of delivery dates with the phrase "in accordance with prophecy." This kid is going to have some seriously weird, wonderful birthday parties if I have anything to do with it. I've already told She Who Must Be Obeyed that we need one of those black carriages with the awning out of Rosemary's Baby to carry our newborn around in.

It's going to be an interesting nine months. Stay tuned.
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I'm baaack...sort of

Wow, it's certainly been a while, but I thought I would pop in really quick to share news of my exploits with the one or two of you who actually give a crap.

First off, thanks to sclerotic_rings and a slow night at work, I was reintroduced to the wonder that is Steampunk Workshop. After all, everyone needs a keyboard that looks like it fell out of an H.G. Wells novel, don't they? Between that and looking at raygun porn (which was filtered at work because it was believed to be under the category "Weapons"), it's been an interesting couple of days.

On Writing

In writing news, and since I can't bear the thought of spending another year in the land where otherwise promising careers go to die, I finally feel as if I'm making some progress on the copywriting front. Thanks to a coaching session from the masterful Steve Slaunwhite, I feel like I'm finally on track, especially since is the first time since I convinced myself I could do this that I've actually had more than one client at once. So it's no longer "Can I do it?" but "Do I have a choice?" and "Can I afford not to?" and "Yes I can!"

One of those projects has recently been completed, and those of you interested in social networking may check it out here.
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Well, tomorrow the vacation officially begins. I still don't know if I'll have Internet access, so this may be the only update for a while. I'll be too busy taking in the scenery in Savannah and Orlando anyway, as if a whole entire week away from the meat grinder that is the day job wasn't vacation enough.

I'm planning on hitting the ground running when I return next Monday, as I already have a copywriting client, as well as two more promising leads. I'm working on finishing up the ebook today, so hopefully I'll have another check upon my return, the bulk of which shall be used for some much-needed copywriting coaching. I've got to get a handle on this thing because a) I can't stay where I am without going categorically insane, b) I can't move up the corporate ladder because I don't know the correct way to pucker my lips when kissing ass--a hard thing to do anyway without common ground, and how can I find common ground with people who believe evolution is only a theory and George W. Bush can chew through metal? and c) the only way I'd be able to find anything decent full-time in this jobless recovery is if I moved to India to live like a king on six bucks an hour, or travel back in time to 1994 and beat my past self with a baseball bat until he changes his major. Wish me luck, folks. One way or the other, the latter half of the year of our Lord 2007 is going to be interesting.

In the meantime, play nice until I get back. I promise I'll have more tales of harebrained schemes and capering jackanaperie to regale you with upon my return.