Saturday, November 1, 2008

my apartment has issues...

So I came home one night from work confronted unexpectedly by a brand new door at the exterior of my apartment. It was pristine white, smooth as milk in its newness. After my initial shock, a problem quickly dawned on me.

I don't have the key.

There was no notice, no heads-up from the landlord that the door would be replaced during the day while I was at work. There wasn't even a sign telling me to visit their office. No phone call to my job or cellphone, they have both numbers.

Just this new, locked door barring my way as I stood there with my groceries under the moon. The time: about 7. The landlord's office closed at 5.

After the good fortune of my neighbor coming out, I got inside to my place and called the landlord up. Eventually they arrive with a key for me.

Now I have a plumbing problem in my kitchen for the third time. Bet they try to fix it with cheap parts AGAIN.

Happy Halloween

fun night...until people misbehave
video

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

No response after week 3

Apparently my self-addressed, self-sealing stamped envelope was not enough to even get a stupid form letter rejection back from the last agency. And how do we feel about THAT, Kenshiro?



Time to hit up the next one...

I dunno. Maybe it's stupid anyways. A little feedback from a pro might be nice at some point.

I have to admit, I am running out of ideas here. I cleaned up my plot synopsis, it was overly complicated. Maybe that will help? need to go to a book store and pick up a more thorough list of agents I guess.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

One more week and I am trying another agent

Next Wednesday marks three weeks since I hit up the latest agent. Been working on revisions in the meantime and I am ready to try another firm.

CRAP...I just realized Ubercon was this weekend in my own town. I'm such a knucklehead. I am mostly retired from gaming but it might have been fun to poke my nose around. Oh well, I have laundry to do and a cartoon to scribble up tonight.

Yeah, I am doing a cartoon for the newspaper. How groovy is that? All these years later, I finally get to put that skill to work in a professional way.

It's not the same as working as an artist in comic books...but I will take it.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away