Arright, now that We the People have decided that our country is safely going to be transitioned away from trust fund legacy halfwits...
Back to work.
I've got some nerdcore designs I'm working on, and *huzzah* for once I can rely on prefabricated components. I would test market them at I-Con next year if I wasn't thoroughly convinced that the new locale + the new administration =
I-CON IS GOING TO TOTALLY SUCK BALLS NOW. I mean, yay, Jane Yolen (please to be autographing my copy of Briar Rose, Madame Yolen)...but BRENTWOOD? SERIOUSLY? Are they gonna hand out crack vials at the door? Brentwood is hardly a fucking selling point. For the uninformed: there are three shitholes in Suffolk County and Brentwood is one of them -- it used to be rather nice and strivey but fell back downhill in recent years. And where the hell are people gonna park? All the roads there are higgledy-piggledy and I can't imagine there being parking lots close and/or big enough.
In other news:
At the GOP convention in St. Paul, Palin was completely unfazed by the boys' club fraternity she had just joined. One night, Steve Schmidt and Mark Salter went to her hotel room to brief her. After a minute, Palin sailed into the room wearing nothing but a towel, with another on her wet hair. She told them to chat with her laconic husband, Todd. "I'll be just a minute," she said.CLASSY. Ya learn that in the same church they drove the witchypoo out of you, Failin? Or is that how you get to be Miss Alaska? Check her knees for rug burn, there's never any carpet padding in hotels.