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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It is official: I have the cover of the premiere issue of Clavicle! They decided to go with my second design, which although is the less visually appealing to me, it is technically a better design, and a bit more eye-catching.
Hopefully this will lead to more work for them and they can eventually pay me. I'm also finally starting to get some recognition for my flyer work for Ecstatic Productions and now I'm routinely doing the flyers for Outlawed Productions and have had a couple others approach me for price quotes. Why? Because, and let me quote, "Whoever does Ecstatic's flyers is fucking dope."
I've also been editing my ass off the past 24 hours. I should be able to have it finished by tomorrow sometime. There are less than 100 pages left to edit before it goes for its final check to my co-author, and then it's submission-time for the first five publishers we've chosen. (And thank you
choogy, I will talk to you about your contacts as well. I almost think you should read some of the book or talk to Jacquelyn about it before you commit to helping. It's an odd-duck of a book.)
I gave my very straight-edge roommate, who suffers from chronic migraines, a Klonopin, which is an anti-anxiety pill, basically, a mild sedative. He said, "I feel weird and fuzzy around the edges." He's also going to the Nine Inch Nails show on Thursday, so I made him a shirt for the event, which looks like this.
Once when I was young, oh around age 12 or so, a friend and I lit matches and put them in the hole of the handlebars of his bicycle where the grips had worn away. Then we inhaled the smoke. It tasted a bit like hotdogs. Which draws into question the ingredients of hotdogs. Also, a note to vegetarians and vegans, if you want to know what hotdogs taste like without putting meat to your lips, smoke a bicycle.
This has been the most diverse post ever. No connective thread, no rich blend of metaphor linking disparate topics. Nothing. Just an update and a conclusion, leaving the reader to wonder, what did I miss? Is he fucking with me? What is the point? And like a Jim Jarmusch film, there probably isn't one, but there's just enough there to make you think there might be. And that's enough that you're looking.
Or I'm fucking with you.
Hopefully this will lead to more work for them and they can eventually pay me. I'm also finally starting to get some recognition for my flyer work for Ecstatic Productions and now I'm routinely doing the flyers for Outlawed Productions and have had a couple others approach me for price quotes. Why? Because, and let me quote, "Whoever does Ecstatic's flyers is fucking dope."
I've also been editing my ass off the past 24 hours. I should be able to have it finished by tomorrow sometime. There are less than 100 pages left to edit before it goes for its final check to my co-author, and then it's submission-time for the first five publishers we've chosen. (And thank you
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I gave my very straight-edge roommate, who suffers from chronic migraines, a Klonopin, which is an anti-anxiety pill, basically, a mild sedative. He said, "I feel weird and fuzzy around the edges." He's also going to the Nine Inch Nails show on Thursday, so I made him a shirt for the event, which looks like this.
Once when I was young, oh around age 12 or so, a friend and I lit matches and put them in the hole of the handlebars of his bicycle where the grips had worn away. Then we inhaled the smoke. It tasted a bit like hotdogs. Which draws into question the ingredients of hotdogs. Also, a note to vegetarians and vegans, if you want to know what hotdogs taste like without putting meat to your lips, smoke a bicycle.
This has been the most diverse post ever. No connective thread, no rich blend of metaphor linking disparate topics. Nothing. Just an update and a conclusion, leaving the reader to wonder, what did I miss? Is he fucking with me? What is the point? And like a Jim Jarmusch film, there probably isn't one, but there's just enough there to make you think there might be. And that's enough that you're looking.
Or I'm fucking with you.
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Date: 2005-10-10 12:38 am (UTC)it makes me happy, so whatever.
i like your posts, they make you seem deep because you stay on the topic and think about it in more depth.
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Date: 2005-10-10 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 01:12 am (UTC)deeper than weird al's voice!
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Date: 2005-10-09 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-09 07:49 pm (UTC)I like it. :P
Thanks for the congrats, I really appreciate it. Someone said to me, "That's funny, you get struck by lightning and now youre getting published and get the cover as well, your book is about done and ready for publication. Wierd."
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Date: 2005-10-09 05:47 pm (UTC)and the NIN tshirt looks even better, i wish i was going with my friend amelia to the show in cleveland tonight... i hate being poor ;)
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Date: 2005-10-09 07:50 pm (UTC)anarch_king
Date: 2005-10-09 06:19 pm (UTC)Re: anarch_king
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Date: 2005-10-09 08:01 pm (UTC)And that NIN shirt owns.
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Date: 2005-10-11 12:17 pm (UTC)And thanks, I like the NIN shirt too, and more importantly, my roommate likes it. I aim to please!