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Entering de-lurk mode
This is just a public service announcement to inform you all that I am still alive. Take that as good or bad news, your choice. Sometimes I slip into voyeur mode, scanning the journals I read regularly, yelling at people who haven't updated in days. And then I realize I haven't updated in a week or so either. Oh well. Hipocrasy suits me.
So then, let's recap, shall we? In the last week, I've been both sick as and worked like a dog, what with having the flu on Monday and losing two full-time drivers. That leaves our staff as follows: 2 full-time drivers, two part-time drivers, and one...um...Herb. Yeah, yeah, I know...that last sentace only made sense to one person. *waves to Steven* For the rest of you, this means I can just clear my schedule for the next couple of weeks because I'm not going to have time for anything until we find more help. Oh, the joy. And, of course, my car is doing this thing where it doesn't want to start in the cold, and kicks the heat off at will. Usually when the weather is at its coldest. Basically, what I'm saying is, "Mere? How would you feel about a roommate?" *envies warm Texas weather*
I found the coolest webcomic ever. Bite me. The thing is, it's only 80 pages long, and the story is still developing. And the artist is out of the country for the next 6 months. But what's there is awesome, and I'll so be lobbying for her to continue it as soon as I get word that she's back in the States. Check it out. It's hilarious. It's kind of like Anne Rice, only set in France during the Revolution, with more humour and less gay sex.
Which leads me to a point I was pondering a few days ago. Is there such a thing as a straight vampire with an average, "normal," dare I say, even healthy outlook on sex? Looking back over the Vampire Chronicles, I'm hard pressed to find any vampire who has the attitude of, "Yeah, I'm a male/female. I enjoy wearing clothing appropriate to my gender, and am attracted to non-related members of the opposite sex." Instead, it's all "I wish I were a man," or "Damn, my mom is hot," or "That little boy over there has got it goin' on!" I think that a pre-requisite for being made immortal is that you first must be a fruitcake. No exceptions.
Well, there's my quota of writing for the next month. Kidding. I'll try to update a little more often.
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