Awards Season
By Yan • Apr 15th, 2008 • Category: InanitiesFubarGenre.com has been nominated for Best Blog Design, Best Blog About Stuff, and the Blogitzer at the Blogger’s Choice Awards.
Apparently, I care about these things.
FubarGenre.com has been nominated for Best Blog Design, Best Blog About Stuff, and the Blogitzer at the Blogger’s Choice Awards.
Apparently, I care about these things.
They are spawns of Satan. Or so mominator insists.
Life is a series of sprints towards pesky deadlines. One day, I shall have my marathon.
Gen showed me this interesting Time article about flirting. Odd that it came from Gen of all people; odder still that she thought of me when she read it. Hello! Subtle, much?
I truly apologize for the 48 or so hours that this blog has been down. I wasn’t monitoring my stats, and I was unprepared when the traffic suddenly spiked. I apologize for whatever inconvenience this may have caused you. I will do my best to prevent this from happening in the future.
Bwuhuhuhuhu! I’ve shed enough tears. Er, in some way or another. Well, okay, there were no tears, actually. But there was a lot of pain. Believe you me, there was.
As I said in my text message to Gen, “Neil Gaiman and I are not fated to meet just yet. But someday, he [...]
This from a guy who nags me about my smoking every chance he gets:
I went back to name of client deleted* today for a possible new project. After the meeting, I asked to be toured around the production plant. Inside the plant, I noticed a few people smoking inside a glass cubicle. [...]
I don’t really know what to make of this. You decide.
Warning: Adult content follows. Edited for brevity.
Jojo: Honestly, I don’t want you in this world, Yan. My world.
Yan: What is your world like, Jo? Do tell.
Jojo: It’s heartless.
Yan: It’s fun…? hahahah.
Jojo: It’s crude.
Yan: …all the time?
Jojo: Not really all the time. Sometimes, you [...]
Got this from the Cheshire Kitten Project:
“Writing is like making love. Don’t worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.”
—Isabel Allende
Lately, writing for me (and everything else, actually) has been nothing more than a race to an orgasm. I should just learn to take a deep breath and enjoy the (er-) ride, huh?
Thanks [...]