lkh_lashouts | Oh look, a convenient scapegoat!!!

I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm in a pissy, jerkass mood.

I just noticed LKH posted a new blog. Time to WHIP IT GOOD. >:{

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/10/comic-is-sold-out.html

I would say it's short and sweet, but then I'd be lying through my stained, yellow-brown teeth. This blog, while not as short as Jon's FAAAABULOUS four-worder, is pretty short.

Thank god, or I'd never have the temper to READ it all.

The comic of GUILTY PLEASURES has sold out.

Somehow I doubt that EVERY. SINGLE. COPY. IN THE UNIVERSE!!! has sold out. Some backwater comic shop in a city with a name like "Eye Socket" probably has several of them left. :P

Unless of course they only printed off like...ten copies, in which case I could SO TOTALLY see it selling out in MINUTES. Oh god, wouldn't that make LKH proud?!!?!??!?!

I know, it went on sale day before, so it sold out in a day.

I'm starting to wonder if Jon bought 'em all, just to boost LKH's ego. It's like the right front tire on my old van...it had a slow leak, but we never could pinpoint the fuckin' thing, so I (being FAR to cheap and stingy to buy new tires!) just pumped it full of air once a week and drove it as it deflated. That's her ego...in a nutshell.

I think I have a beginning to this chapter, finally.

Uhhhhh, for those of us (aka EVERYONE WHO ISN'T JON) who can't see over your shoulder, Laurell, you might wanna identify what the hell you are talking about.

I've resorted to coffee, that sense memory thing.

....................that's right, she gave up coffee, didn't she...? Holy shit, perhapse it's a lack of coffee that has caused Anita to turn into slutzilla!!! LKH's brain has been in COFFEE WITHDRAWALS!!!

If that's true, she'll be cured, and will no longer write about the arduerrerehrhhrrrhhhurrrhhhuhmpork any more!!! I can hope.

I haven't had to do sensory work to get into Anita's head for years, but it's working, and that's what counts.

You know I'm somewhat concerned by that. I mean...okay. Not gonna go there, this is one'a those statements that I don't even need to touch with a ten foot snark.

Anyway, I'm back to work, wish me luck.

............................no.

To paraphrase Boris from the movie Balto, I do not wish her luck, I wish her SENSE.

I'm so close to the end, that if I stretch my arms out really far, my fingers can brush it.

This made me sputter and laugh at the mental image...seriously. Imagine (insert horribly ruined character from the series here) waving his toosh at Anita, just outta reach. "Neener neener, no cock for you!"

If only more characters would actually DO that instead of all the fucking. Siiiigh.