Yep, another post that tells you to go over to my new column at True/Slant and read what I wrote there. Not that ANY of you followed that advice last time I posted it. Still, the thought of an analysis of the value of Lindsay Lohan‘s butt with cameo appearance by Kim Kardashian‘s butt must be worth SOME clicks, no?
I’ll keep this short, because I only have feeling in my left hand which is NOT my best typing hand, and the typos I’ve come up with today are really quite amazing.
The short form is: they stuck a five inch needle in my boob today and sucked part of it out. Sure, they used freezing, but they needed to use so much that my right arm is kinda sorta “theoretical” at this point. I mean, I can SEE it, but I can’t get much use out of it. When they’ve put enough freezing in your boob that you can taste it in your mouth, you know you’re good and froze. And then they decided to do this to my belle poitrine:
But why the bruise eventually showed up on my hand, I have NO idea.
In any case, I whined to the appropriate circle of friends and the Booze Fairy came over with a delivery, and then we went to Mickey D’s (sadly too late for the Free Coffee in the Mornings Until the 14th Offer) and had not one but TWO, count ’em, TWO burger courses, and then came back and blogged and then went home and passed right the fuck out.
Yes, it’s a Unicorn Chaser kinda day. Nine posts. Well, really more than nine, because I also made two posts on each of two different blogs that are scheduled to go up over the weekend, so that’s thirteen posts today, and I’ve been at it since 5am and it’s now 1:56 the next am, which is why you saw me not at all yesterday. Nor will again till Monday.
Also: affiliate linked up five blog posts, and did about 30 emails for and to the Social Media Club of Vancouver (keep the 18th for us! It’ll be fab!) and another half-dozen for the Shebeen Club and another half-dozen twitter back-and-forths on behalf of a UK author who wants me to rep her books in North America; since she’s a best-seller, that shouldn’t be too difficult. Oh, and got the news that one of the Shebeen Club members has just gotten an order for 50,000 of her first novel, and sold a movie option (for the second time), which, like, hurray! And don’t forget the little people!
And confirmed that I’m the speaker at the AGM of the Federation of BC Writers and that it’s already such a popular talk that people are asking how to join the Fed and if I give this talk (Social Media for Self-Promotion) any other time (I do, but it’s $150 a head to take that class, so joining the Fed is way cheaper) and that they now want me to give a whole series of talks, because the demand is that solid. And since the pay is that solid, I said a solid yes.
Good to know, good to know. Particularly as I’m spending a significant amount of my not-free time looking up and applying to radically progressive grad programs in social media for social change, which leaves me approximately three choices on Planet Earth as far as I can see: Leeds (which I cannot afford), Stanford (which I cannot afford), or SFU’s new school of Technology, Communication and Arts which I also can’t afford but which is about a half a mile from my apartment and where I’d have the inside line on scholarships, bursaries, research dollars, and have pre-existing connections up the wazoo in the community that I’ll need when it comes time to do research, which is kinda the whole point of doing the degree in the first place. Then again, I may be teaching at UBC later on this year, and that generally comes with free tuition, so that’s something. Still, they have nothing like what I’m looking for.
But aside from what I’m looking for (for what I’m looking? Don’t try to tell me that’s correcter; do I look like I was borned yesterday? Hell no, and particularly not before I’ve had my coffee) what I’m actually expecting is something like this, only with chubby, pasty nerds instead of princes:
And, in case I get into a UK university and figure out a way to pay for it, I’m way ahead. After all, I’ve already got the socialization manual:
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