The Demonweasel Speaks

The link to the video, because I appently can’t post YouTube stuff on here for some damn odd reason.

I’ll have what he’s having.

We were sitting on the couch when Kenzie saw the picture of my on notice board and she asked me why Robots were on notice. “Y’know, robots?” “Oh, like the robots that will revolt and take over the earth?” “Yeah,” I snorted. “That’s like saying ‘The humans that breathe and eat food.’” Because you know those robots are planning *something.*

I spent most of yesterday watching (and many of the days before that) season 2 of Veronica Mars. I really wanted to buy it and watch it before the new season started, but then Kenzie had the brilliant idea of me using our file sharing software to find it, and low and behold, there they were and I was able to get the whole season downloaded within a few hours. So now it’s catch up time before season 3.

Hollywood continues to get cuter. I don’t even think it’s possible. He and Mimi have come to some kind of accord, but they still try to eat each other’s food. There are times when he runs by her to close while playing and she beats him into the ground, but I think he’s growing on her.

New TV is good. Studio 60 is great, and it’s the first Aaron Sorkin show I’ve gotten into off the bat. I never really felt the West Wing and if I remember correctly Sportsnight was always up against something else I liked. Heroes was really good as well, but the crawl at the beginning was kind of ridiculous. It just smacked of “This is an epic story!” *whinepoutstampsfoot* They had a lot to cover and it almost felt a little too rushed, but I have high hopes. I mean, it’s superheroes on TV. Done intelligently. *falls over* I think we’re going to give Ugly Betty a try, but who knows.

TV sloth aside, it’s time to get to work. Agents, writing and research, oh my!

Daily Horoscope for Virgo: “Your convictions are strengthened today, but this doesn’t necessarily make life a whole lot easier. You still want to have a positive impact on reality, but now you might be feeling a bit angry. After all, it isn’t as easy as it should be to make a difference. Slow it all down. Transformation takes time and you won’t change everything in just one week.”

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. On that note, I’m going to bed.

This interview, where Brian Bendis interviews Patton Oswalt makes me just…ugh, do I want that life, that life of just creating and producing and working with and interacting with other amazingly creative people. It makes me sick that at almost 11pm I’m reading that after wasting almost an hour trying to get Quake3 to work on this computer. If I hadn’t broken the PlayStation last night (don’t get me started) I’d have been playing SOCOM3 (which I bought myself for my birthday, yay me turning 30) I would’ve been doing that instead of being on the computer. So now I’m disgusted with myself being so lazy, so I want to bust this out quick so I can do some real work before I go to bed.

Yeah, I turned 30. Kenzie made me a chocolate peppermint cake that was *delicious,* and I bought pants and SOCOM3. And a kitten. He’s named Hollywood.

We finally got the store website working, and you can visit it at www.darkstarbooks.com. I’m probably going to end up writing more on there than I do on here. So if you wanna read some crazy nerd comics-book shit, that’s the honey-pot right there.

I’ve been reading Miss Snark’s blog at the suggestion of Christian, and while it has been at times terrifying to see so bluntly a literary agent responding to things, it is kind of eye opening. It’s also just one person’s opinion, and while there are some things that she says that I find confusing, it has made me decide to make a couple of quick changes to the beginning of the book, and even more terrifying, make changes to the query letter. It only took a month to write before…maybe quicker this time?

I’m excited for new TV like “Heroes,” “Studio 60,” maybe  “The Nine.”  I want to get the second season of Veronica Mars on DVD so I can try to con Kenzie into watching it and  season 3. We’ll see what happens with that. Allie needs some dental work and it’s school picture day tomorrow (those got expensive!) so the cabbage is light lately. Drooling at the return of “Lost” and “Battlestar Galactica” and “Boston Legal.”

Okay, I’m going to work.

Maybe I’m a dork (okay, no maybe), but after reading an interview that Brian Bendis did with author Brad Meltzer, where he talks about writing (specifically the 24 rejection letters he got for his first novel, which went on to be published and rocket up the NYT bestseller list) I felt better about my own rejection at just one place. I guess I just need to send it out to 23 more places and…wait, I guess it doesn’t work that way. But anyway, I wrote Brad an email (I call him “Brad” because he’s my friend on MySpace, which we all know translates into a deep, meaningful, long lasting friendship) telling him how much I enjoyed the interview, how much I enjoy his comics and how the story of his trials getting his book published were helpful to me in my struggles to publish mine. He wrote me back a quick email thanking me for reading and telling me that he is in fact cheering for me. It’s nice because sometimes you wonder if there’s just a room of Illuminati types watching you on a wall of monitors going “Fail! Fail! Fail! Wait…I think he’s going to spill his drink…maybe…yes!!! All over the clean shirt!” And then they high five and go back to running Fox news. Or something.

Kenzie and I went up to Columbus to see Sonic Youth and Flaming Lips, which was fun until it really became un-fun. Like when Sonic Youth started playing, and all the latecomers from the back forced their way up front past everyone like us who waited patiently on line. Like when a mosh pit broke out two feet away from us. Like when very large dudes kept bouncing off Kenzie and I and my foot. Needless to say I started getting wicked pissed, which is not a great thing to do in a hot, sweaty crowd of people in the sporadic rain, because then I start acting tough and over protective and voila!, I end up almost getting into a fight with two random dudes.

It’s weird because in my adult life I’ve never had an instance like that, and yet, here I am, just shy of the ol 30th birthday, and I’m staring down some shirtless ponytail who’s threatening to “be an asshole for the next 20 minutes.” I don’t even know what that *means!* After being told by Kenzie that if he wants to mosh he should stay over there, he comes back with “I’ll just do what I want,” which makes me unhappy. Then, scant moments later, his friend is returning with drinks and he’s threatening everyone to get the fuck out of his friends’ way. Naturally, I tell him he could “be fucking polite” and it turns into a “what are you going to do about it thing” and the aforementioned “I can be an asshole for the next 20 minutes.” Then we start staring at each other. Y’know, that crazy guy shit where no one wants to back down and you’re just staring to establish dominence. I’m not sure if I won, but I do know he blinked far more time than I did (which was none, thank you middle school staring contests) and he did look away first, although I did talk first “Why don’t you just turn the fuck around?” after his friends were trying to get him to turn around and leave us alone.

Ahhh, thrilling tales of masculinity. We ended up leaving early because man, it was fucking hot, we’d been standing for several hours at this point and I didn’t want to get beaten up or go to jail, because honestly, that’s where it was heading. Not even the calming music of the Flaming Lips could soothe this savage beast.

Chris is arriving tomorrow to hang out for the weekend, which is cool because he’s never been outt his way before to visit, so I get to show him my new hood and he gets to meet Kenzie. On Sunday we’re all going down to Portsmouth to look at wedding/reception places so we can finally get some plans nailed down. Y’know, like the date, so we can start sending out invitations and find out how many are acutally coming.

It’s those little details that are important.