The job that I'm working on right now is OBVIOUSLY some lazy student worker pushing their scut work off on me. On top of that, it sat out in the front office for a SOLID FUCKING WEEK before it made it out here to me. I honestly don't know which of the two makes me angrier.
I'm trying for the first time the Publix store-brand Dr. Pepper knock-off -- which, in an absolutely STUNNING failure of imagination, is marketed under the name "Dr. Publix". It might be the worst off-brand Dr. Pepper I've ever tried. Not that it's bad, mind you; it's just very, very... meh. It sort of tastes like Dr. Pepper, somewhat, but mostly it just comes off like a weirdly-flavored cola. Also, it smells weird. There's a flowery, almost perfumey undercurrent to the scent that makes it almost smell like not-food. If I die in the next few days, it was probably this crap that did it. Avenge my death.
I got a copy of Serenity: The Shepherd's Tale about a week or so ago, and it's pretty good. I liked the writing and the dialogue a lot and I didn't like the art when I first opened the book, but it won me over about three pages in. Still, I was a little bit let down by it. I think a large part of it was because I've got no problem with a mysterious character, as long as they're well done, and Shepherd Book was a =really= well-written mysterious character. Pulling back the curtain on a character like that is always a mixed bag, because you want to know what their deal is and who they were before they got to be who they are now; but at the same time you =don't= want to know because guessing and theorizing about it yourself is half the fun.
That guessing and theorizing is the other part of my (tiny bit of) disappointment with the story. Because I have my own theory as to who Shepherd Book is and where he comes from, and I think I like my version just a little bit better --
My first batch of Christmas cards is going out either tomorrow or Thursday; the next batch after that is going out Saturday or the following Monday. If you want one, let me know!
I got a Christmas card in the mail today, so I guess that means it's that time again. Christmas Mailout '10 is GO. If you want a card, leave me your address in the (screened) comments, or send me a PM. If you want to send me a card and don't have my address, let me know and I'll PM it to you.
By which I mean God =damn= I'll be glad when it gets cold enough to start wearing a jacket on a regular basis. Even cheating and wearing painter's pants (which I usually do), carrying around all that stuff in a pair of jeans is a pain in the dick.
I locked down the privacy settings on my Twitter account; which means that Loudtwitter can't grab the feed to re-post it here, which means that The (Semi-) Daily Twit is a thing of the past, which means that there's a very good chance that my livejournal is going to wither and die.