The things we do for love. And Barbecue.
We are almost finished with the kits! I mean it this time. As in, I will have an order form to share any time now. I’ve actually been checking my email every so often for it. But, we’re putting these suckers together on Monday and then there’s going to be a launch party Tuesday and then I’ve been told I get dinner and wine. I was already happy when I got to pick my job at the assembly conference. I picked quality control. Hell yeah! Quality control!
I have exactly one more of the motif we’re using to make for display purposes. Well, I tentatively expect I’ll have to pick up a few more on Monday, since making them no longer requires thought on my part. I’ve put together about 200 total between all of the prototypes and examples. I’m sorry if this is the second or twenty-second time I’ve mentioned, but SO MANY MOTIFS.
I’m saying farewell to the project with some dolly-sized iterations. And then I am going to make all of the stuff I had intentions of making, oh, at various times between April and now.
Last Thursday was the final day working on the directions. We actually went out and downloaded a few sets of other directions priced in the range of what ours are being sold for (as part of the kits). Then, we laughed. After that, a dog stood on me for attention, which I can’t say I objected to. I would have ended the day on a note of sharing the dog and LOLs with others, but I developed a migraine and had to go pass out for awhile. I also had to drive myself home with it and this resulted in my knocking over one of the blinky posts along the construction on our crossstreet. Which was supposed to be done more than a week ago, thank you. I was not hurt, the car was not hurt, but Mum thought I was dying. She does that. Thinks I’m dying. It’s heartwarming, but very loud for migraine times.
Sunday, for the price meeting, I showed up way early and got to bake for forty minutes while waiting for everyone else. Total misunderstanding on my part, and I did end up using the time well- thinking about porn. So, that was good, things were photographed, and the day ended on homemade ramen and pool. Delicious pool. Alas, we are now out of homemade ramen and eating more in the future will also require MAKING more. But! Worth it. Also, I walked out of the bead store with a spool of fireline I hadn’t paid for. After my apologies on Tuesday: “It’s OK. I know where you live~.”
Monday was a good day for jobs and listing things on eBay. I have a box of old doll stuff I’ve been clearing out bit by bit. I’m approaching the bottom at last. Most of it’s Pullip-related. I have nothing against Pullips, but I did have a bad experience with someone who parked me in a Pullip-filled room for an extended period of time. So, I’ve been selling them off one by one for dolls that don’t give me nightmares and also for new pants to wear to the job I don’t have. Anyway, I told this particular story to everyone at Tuesday beading. This lead to the conclusion that A) the nutty Pullip people sounded like child molesters to both of the retired social workers and B) *MWAHMWAHMEAH* NOOOO WE LOVE SWL HUGS AND KISSES. I don’t know about that first part since I was not a child at the time, but I’ll take mwahmwah any old time, especially since after the Pullip incident- and to a lesser extent, certain miscreant housemates -I never figured I’d have corporeal friends again. I may have to do a speech if I’m not too drunk at the party.
Ahem. Anyway, I also got to hear stories about the printing business and vacations in China while being tall, fabulous and not Chinese.
Today, more cleaning. I made some killer barbecue. You know, last year at this time I had no idea how to make barbecue. I’m putting off doing the last earring for reasons I can’t quite fathom since I’m dying to be rid of this project. I really am. The job market is finally looking up around here! I’ve sent in 40ish applications since Saturday. As for why I was job hunting on Saturday, I don’t know that either.
On the writing front: I have something for RaTs! I’m revising it now. I may be in the market for a beta reader. I also have the outline done for T. rex #4, which is, oddly enough, composed of four scenes. I’m shocked how late in the year it’s gotten. Soon, I’ll have to go finish the Halloween Story from last year! Which I know how to do but OHGOD it’s going to take a lot. Parts of it got so over-written. And I got myself into this awkward position where I have to fill in smut. Some of you may ask: how can you cram anymore smut into that? Fucked if I know. I need a crowbar at this point.
For recent additions, I should mention that Halloween Stories consist of bondage porn and mindfuck. They are an ancient tradition. They are not, however, scary. Or so I was told apropos to the one that was actually supposed to be scary. I know why that is though! What scares me is not what scares other people. And it’s hard to be so much as threatening when two hot men bang with enthusiasm every so many scenes.
Anyway, I’ve been having some connection issues unrelated to the DDoS business. Very frustrating. I finally mentioned it to Dad, who said he’d look into it. Just now, he comes in to ask if my problems started after I reorganized the pantry. I remembered this to be the case as I sat down here to think about something other than five year old candy when my connection started acting goofy. Guess who stacked the beans between herself and the router?
I’m also planning an exhibition of my 80’s playthings, since WHY I have such a hoard makes for a good story itself. Feel free to make requests. I’m even primping some of the ones I don’t keep on the shelf. And I’ve got some weird stuff, lemmetellyou.
Is it odd that I wonder what my child-intended dolls think of having to spend their days on shelves and live with a grown woman who alternately writes smut and slice-of-life fluff?