Hah! Wendy, my geek goddess housemate, just put up a blog, and some of her links don't work! And the formatting on her FAQ page is all wrong (but the page itself is very, very funny.) I have bested the Geek Goddess when it comes to technology! .... if you concede that using defaults and not yet moving everything over to my own server and having everything on one page and... oh, never mind. She still wins.
Wendy is working on a book project, so she and her writing partner are putting up blogs to show what goes into it, much like Neil Gaiman's American Gods journal site. Can I even tell you how cool Neil Gaiman is? I first got into him when Deane and Jeremy introduced me to the Sandman series -- incredible stuff. I'm still collecting the compilation books -- I must admit I'm one of those evil folks who never actually bought comics, but instead sponged off my friends (Thanks, Jeremy! Thanks, Deane!) -- and when I get them all, anyone in the area is welcome to borrow them.
Reading Neil Gaiman's accounts of what book signings are really like makes me -- appreciate? Cringe in sympathetic horror and embarrassment? -- all the more Jeremy's birthday present to me several years ago. Neil -- wait, can I call him Neil? "Mr. Gaiman" sounds too stilted, but I'm certainly not on a first-name-basis with the man. Let's retreat to journalistic training, shall we? -- Gaiman was signing his book Neverwhere at The Stars Our Destination, a great Chicago bookstore. As person number 300 in a line that was only supposed to be about 150 people long, Jeremy walks up to the exhausted Gaiman and presents him with (1) a book that he, Gaiman, did not write, for him to sign, and (2) a copy of Neverwhere for me, which Jeremy instructed him to sign "To Fugface -- have a wonderful barmitvah (sic). Mind the Gap." And then told him to spell his name wrong. The poor man was apparently very confused, but too exhausted to protest. Jeremy, you are evil. In a good way.
Yeah, yeah, Fugface -- so, in my high school yearbook, they had a "Better Known As" list of nicknames. One of mine was Fugface. The first I heard of it was when we got the yearbooks. As far as I know, no one ever called me that -- at least, not to my face. Bastards. Is it any wonder I skipped my 10-year reunion? (Which didn't stop Jeremy from trying to hire a Sarah impersonator to go to the reunion as me. He turned down a man who was willing to go, but seriously considered the offer of a short, Pakistani woman, until he figured that even our class wasn't quite that oblivious. When my mom heard about it, she said "He should have asked me! I would have gone as you!" Sigh. I'm surrounded.)
Have I mentioned that Jeremy is evil? This isn't even going into the time he and Heidi put brains on my floor. It's worth noting, too, that when Becky and Cathy and I did a retaliatory practical joke against him, he had a temper tantrum and refused to accept it. So you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh, Jer.
Wendy is working on a book project, so she and her writing partner are putting up blogs to show what goes into it, much like Neil Gaiman's American Gods journal site. Can I even tell you how cool Neil Gaiman is? I first got into him when Deane and Jeremy introduced me to the Sandman series -- incredible stuff. I'm still collecting the compilation books -- I must admit I'm one of those evil folks who never actually bought comics, but instead sponged off my friends (Thanks, Jeremy! Thanks, Deane!) -- and when I get them all, anyone in the area is welcome to borrow them.
Reading Neil Gaiman's accounts of what book signings are really like makes me -- appreciate? Cringe in sympathetic horror and embarrassment? -- all the more Jeremy's birthday present to me several years ago. Neil -- wait, can I call him Neil? "Mr. Gaiman" sounds too stilted, but I'm certainly not on a first-name-basis with the man. Let's retreat to journalistic training, shall we? -- Gaiman was signing his book Neverwhere at The Stars Our Destination, a great Chicago bookstore. As person number 300 in a line that was only supposed to be about 150 people long, Jeremy walks up to the exhausted Gaiman and presents him with (1) a book that he, Gaiman, did not write, for him to sign, and (2) a copy of Neverwhere for me, which Jeremy instructed him to sign "To Fugface -- have a wonderful barmitvah (sic). Mind the Gap." And then told him to spell his name wrong. The poor man was apparently very confused, but too exhausted to protest. Jeremy, you are evil. In a good way.
Yeah, yeah, Fugface -- so, in my high school yearbook, they had a "Better Known As" list of nicknames. One of mine was Fugface. The first I heard of it was when we got the yearbooks. As far as I know, no one ever called me that -- at least, not to my face. Bastards. Is it any wonder I skipped my 10-year reunion? (Which didn't stop Jeremy from trying to hire a Sarah impersonator to go to the reunion as me. He turned down a man who was willing to go, but seriously considered the offer of a short, Pakistani woman, until he figured that even our class wasn't quite that oblivious. When my mom heard about it, she said "He should have asked me! I would have gone as you!" Sigh. I'm surrounded.)
Have I mentioned that Jeremy is evil? This isn't even going into the time he and Heidi put brains on my floor. It's worth noting, too, that when Becky and Cathy and I did a retaliatory practical joke against him, he had a temper tantrum and refused to accept it. So you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh, Jer.
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