So, today is Valentine’s Day. Which means that my sister, who works at Godiva and lives with me, has to be downtown at 5am so that she can start dipping strawberries (see this page for an excellent rant about those strawberries). Which means that I have to get up at 4:30 am to get her there (twice in one week! this has to be a non-deadline record for me) because the buses don’t run that early out here.
And how does she repay me? In chocolate. Click on the rant-link above (if you already haven’t) for a picture of how she repays me. I’ve got a couple of those little raspberry/blueberry cups sitting in my fridge, leering at me, making lewd suggestions like: “eat me” and “come and suck on my little berries” and “lick it up, baby, lick it all up you slutty, slutty food whore you know you want it!!!”
*sob sob* I do! I do!
And I guess I might as well give in, yes? Because no one sees me but my husband … except in about three weeks I am heading up to Seattle to do a little research and to say YAY! with Richelle Mead and celebrate her new release, so I shouldn’t be eating chocolate but maybe sucking down some SlimFast or something.
A haircut would be good, too. And this time, I won’t do it myself with a pair of cuticle scissors. Yeah. Don’t ask. I was having issues that day. Just like about two days ago when I dyed my hair REALLY red instead of just my natural strawberry blonde. (Strawberries again! Gah!) But now I’m almost too ashamed to go in and get it cut by a beautician, because they’ll look at my dye job and be like: keeee-rist! and probably cut me bald just to teach me a lesson.
Other things I’ve done today, while going through my DEMON MOON typeset pages:
- Made certain that my Fahrenheit/Celsius/Kelvin conversions were correct.
- Changed about a billion colons to periods (I made a mistake when changing all of the semi-colons to periods in the copy-edit stage, and forgot to take out the top dot, so now all of them are colons.) And I had a LOT of semi-colons, so that tells you pretty much that I’m changing a lot of colons. Sigh.
- Clarified a bunch of pronouns, even when only two people of opposite gender are talking/in the same room. Because I don’t think I write their names enough.
- Changed “incisors” to “canines” because I’m an idiot, and apparently originally had Colin looking like the Max Schreck version of Nosferatu. Which would have been baaaaaaaaaaaad. Fangs = sexy. Pointy front teeth = not. It occurred to me when reading the passage for the 1000th millionth time that incisors are in the front, and that anyone with a better memory of 8th grade health class than I do was going to point out that I’m a dork, so I’m glad I remembered before it went to print. Here is the dental diagram I used to make sure.
In other news, spam loves He-Man. That post has generated more spam for me than almost all other posts combined, and I mentioned before that on the old blog it had almost 300 spam hits or so. It’s crazy. It’s the power of Greyskull.