UNRELATED:

My laptop is a vaguely-pimped HP ZV6000 called STEAM BASTARD, or alternately, SECRET STEAM BASTARD.

It looks like this:



Is the name right for it?
Does it need decorations?
Does it need me to take a soldering iron to it and write YOUR MOM on the top of the case?

"Need...data..."

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A few short stories are kicking around in my head right now. My agent/my mama has a few sent off to some magazines and online publishers to see if my shit smells pretty enough to serve to others.

The new laptop is full of fine, and I'm working on getting it ready for a three-and-a-half day trip to Sedona, Arizona, where Sara's father is getting married. I've got about 22 hours to complete my work on it before we leave. I'll be using it to finish an edit for DrMaster and writing in my spare time. On the airplane. Which I hate. Time for the old "double whiskey with my Tourette's meds" trick to KNOCK MY ASS OUT.

I think one of the new stories is going to be a Fuck With My Art story, where I'll be asking you all to participate in rewriting/illustrating/putting-to-music/etcetera one of my shorts. This will be the third one I've done, and the results just keep gettting more and more The Awesome.

On a side note, I need more sleep. Or the ability to keep getting by on three hours a night without dying.

Back to work, with a quick break to read a little more Phillip K. Dick...

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