I Totally Have a Deadline Today

So can’t play right now. See you all a bit later.

12 Comments on “I Totally Have a Deadline Today”

  1. Ah yes, “deadlines”.
    AKA “the reason I’m merging a Subversion code repository branch at home (for work) at ten minutes to midnight, and I just got home from work”

  2. Deadlines are important, so have fun with that.

    Speaking of deadlines, my wife got me a Nook for Father’s Day and, for a while, the pack-rat-wanna-collect-actual-books side of my brain wrestled with the ooooooooh-new-shiny-gadget side. My first eBook purchase was “Your Hate Mail Will Be Graded” because I just started reading this blog a few months ago and the sheer size of the archive confuses and frightens me. Also, in recent weeks I tore through the Old Man’s War series and Sheep and loved them, so count me as a new fan.

    What does that have to do with deadlines? Well, with a paper due *today* that was only half-written *yesterday*, I of course spent most of last night reading YHMWBG instead of finishing it.

    So, I finally buckled down and was up until 2:00a.m. writing about -ugh- *marketing*. Oh, well, sleep is for the weak. I will say that my marketing paper was probably 50% snarkier than it would have been had I not be immersed in Scalzi Sytle for the hours before finishing it. My professor does has a sense of humor, so I suspect it will help my grade, so thanks for that.

    Also, the nook is comfortable to read, the screen is terrific and I think I’m already converted. I guess the shiny-gadget side won.

  3. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for days

    Wow! A deadline and 8 hours later no Photoshop or other goofery from our great Scalzicce! So focused! Dedicated!

  4. pennlynn – I'm just me, and I'm also someone who has been cursed by being born with a facial difference and I struggle with this every day!! I'm hoping those who find this blog will be apart of my journey as I go though this life.

    well as I always say… if it wasn’t for procrastination I would have nothing to look forward to!! I do not enjoy deadlines but always find my self staring them down… they always win.

  5. So I picked up your writing book from my local branch of the Dayton public library today, and right inside is what appears to be either a signature or someone with a pen had a seizure. But there’s a little note that says “gift of author” on the blank page just before it, so I’m guessing signature.

    This is very cool of you to do. I am tempted to forget to return this now but I will contain myself.

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