Not Dead, Just Writing
Posted on September 24, 2012 Posted by John Scalzi 43 Comments
I mention this because I got my first “Hey, you haven’t updated yet, are you dead?” e-mail for the day.
Not dead. I swear. Just, deadlines, yikes.
How are you?
Posted on September 24, 2012 Posted by John Scalzi 43 Comments
I mention this because I got my first “Hey, you haven’t updated yet, are you dead?” e-mail for the day.
Not dead. I swear. Just, deadlines, yikes.
How are you?
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I’m not dead either. Half an hour more at work, then I have to prepare a humorous speech for a Toastmasters meeting later tonight. It’ll be about the perils of driving and navigating in France, and it will involve the time I asked for directions to the Holiday Inn near Charles De Gaulle Airport. They didn’t understand where I wanted to go until I adopted a bad French accent and called it the ‘Oliday Een.”
ALSO not dead! *fist pump*
YAY! not dead…its been quiet on Will’s site too, I was worried the cats got you both!!!
Maybe you should have an automatic response directing them to a funeral home for questions like that.
Not dead as well, though I am now officially a year older. So far 35 has been pretty good.
The joyous not deadness continues! Hurrah!
Another hour of video server integration, then I can go home and fret about planning NaNoWriMo this year.
“Not Dead”
How. Long. Must. I. Wait. To. Raise. My. Zombie Scalzi?!!!!!!!!!
Are… you sure?
zombies almost never have the introspective capacity required to realize they’re zombies. Maybe you could develop a “How do I know if I’ve become a zombie?” test, and then administer it upon yourself. Granted, there are scientific issues with this approach, using yourself as a test subject being one, and… well… zombies being another. But still. Some scientific rigor is better than none. It’s also better than rigor mortis. So, there’s that.
Personally, I know I’m not a zombie because when I die, on my deathbed, I will receive total consciousness.
So, I got that going for me, which is nice.
How are you?
Heh? Man, you must be strapped for time. How are you. Actually, I would’ve liked ‘Mingle. Discuss’ better, but that’s just me–crusty aging man. Seriously? Don’t apologize. You got work to do. Get on the snake, dude. We all benefit from your work. Keep the joy coming, Mr. Scalzi.
This should probably go on your tombstone. Just sayin’.
I’m dead. Not literally, mind you, but Monday is always hectic for me.
I’m afraid I’m unavailable for any zombie armies, however, as I have another hour of studying before I can eat, but luckily it’s my partner’s night to cook. Yay!
On the sunny side, my younger cousin passed his first black belt test this evening. Not at our school, he’s studying Brazilian jujitsu which we don’t teach, but go him.
Jesus, I’d get worried if I didn’t hear from you for a week. But I’m glad you’re okay and you’re writing. Just write a little faster please as I’m almost done with Redshirts.
How am I? I think I bruised my ribs from laughing too hard and too long over Romney not understanding why plane windows don’t open.
Also not dead. And neither is my garden; I have bountiful seedlings. Waiting for a huge pot of chicken soup to be done. Having a pretty good day.
Not dead. Just fighting the temptation to ask you whether the plot hole that bothers me in OMW is really a plot hole or a subtle indication of just how evil the human galactic empire is without saying it outright.
Also, Redshirts barely passes the Bechdel test and plot-wise it should do better. Won’t complain further lest I spoiler.
See, this is what you get for raising expectations by updating every day. If you were lazier, people would leave you alone.
On the other hand, if you ever get kidnapped the police will know VERY QUICKLY. “Chief, I have a horde of people trying to file a missing persons report who say they read whatever — I don’t know what that means, but I think some scifi dude has been abducted. Possibly by aliens.”
I just put “whatever blog” in the search box and the first entry was NOT yours.
What’s happened to the world?
Other than that, pretty good.
@Dave Branson – just finished up our humorous contest tonight. Good luck with your speech!
Had a test which involves sticking a camera where the sun don’t shine.
So, not dead but kinda cranky and sore. The drugs during it are great, though!
Pretty okay. I’m cycling manic, so I thought it was a GREAT idea to walk four miles today, in heels. Whee. It was pretty much fine, but it took me a while to realize that the Packers were in town, for a sporting even against the local Seahawks. Judging by the jerseys that I saw, the home team is out-numbered 4:1. Fascinating.
Totally not dead either.
. . . Braaaaaaiiiiiinnnsssss . . .
Cassie:
As I own the actual word “whatever” on Google, and I can let someone else have “Whatever blog”.
Fine, fine, we’re all fine down here…how are you? *blasts computer* LUKE, WE’RE GONNA HAVE COMPANY!
I’m delicious in a blend of canola oils.
Something to make you feel a little less zombified, John. Best tweet *ever*, on Wil Wheaton’s Twitter feed:: “Me: I want a Blue Hawaiian. Anne: The drink? Me: No, a Smurf. Like Jokey, but Hawaiian. Anne: He’d be AlohaHa Smurf. “
Reading this piece on the New Yorker:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/2007/12/24/071224on_onlineonly_carver
Does that roughly tally with your experiences with your editor(s)?
Not dead, but closer to it than most of the whatever crowd.
I might just be dead. 12 straight hours of focused concentration in public settings has at least turned my introvert self into a gibbering idiot.
Gibber….. gibbergibber…… gib.
Now that the kiddo has stopped spitting up for a few hours, and is asleep, and the necessary laundry is in the wash, I am much better, thanks.
@ Jack Scheer: “This should probably go on your tombstone. Just sayin’.” – A cool writing on a tombstone would be: “Not writing. Just dead.”
Out of curiousity … *how* do they expect you to reply if you *are* dead? Seems like a flaw in their plan – it’s easy to confirm a negative (“John Scalzi not dead, says Internet-famous cat posting on his account”) but very hard to confirm a positive (“John Scalzi is dead and Ghlaghghee did it”).
“He’s not dead, he’s pining for the fjords” How did we get to 32 comments before someone made use of this line? You guys are slipping.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0PxF9-KUX4
This says it best.
I can’t believe someone thought you were dead yesterday. Obviously you had to spend the day preparing the compound for the inevitable Wheaton retalitory invasion.
As I am locked in a box with a strange poison contraption, my state of death is impossible to determine. I am both dead and not dead.
Oh, huh, this poison might actually just be a cookie. Omnomnom. Still in a box though.
Greg@7:23
+1 for the “CaddyShack” reference!
@Keith: *applauds*
I’m feeling much bettter!
@Cassie: Thanks! It went well. I’ll be representing our club at the area contest on Friday. Now I have to polish the speech a bit (or a lot).
Well, today I’m relieved after seeing the news:
Really, after all the bacon turmoil yesterday someone was concerned you have not posted? Seriously, some of the fans here are pathetic.
I hate deadlines. I’m on my ninth for the year. I think I’ve been late on all of them. Hate ’em.
The great thing about you being not-dead is during the “predicted” zombie apocalypse, you won’t be at the door asking to “borrow a cup of brains.”
Cat/bacon video made up for your lack of quantity through quality.