Merry Christmas to those that celebrate this thing. I had an enjoyable and relaxing time in Connecticut, up until this morning, when I started puking for the last twelve hours. This is my least favorite kind of ailment.
On Tuesday we are heading back to Pittsburgh, where I will take a New Years even flight to California to visit the girlfriend's family. I really hope I am better by then.
Yesterday was noob day (a day, like Christmas, when there is a huge influx of new, bad players) in Half-Life 2, so I had a really good time killing them all.
Tomorrow, stomach permitting, a bunch of friends from pittsburgh who are in CT this break will meet up at my house for a pilgrimage to Pepe's pizza. I have heard ominous rumors (essentially due to one person) that Pepe has gotten less good, so I am slightly worried about that. I trust them.
I got my honest-to-goodness copies of my novel from the printer lulu today. These guys have gotten a lot better since last year; the cover printing shows no distortion any more (just a little noise in the colors, which is acceptable), the paper inside is thicker and not so typing-paper white, and the halftone is higher resolution. This really feels like a real book and I am so happy! But, since I've already read it like a bazillion times all I can do is hold it and put it in my bathroom and show it to other people.
PS. No song rocks more than the first one minute of The Fucking Champs' "Never Enough Neck Pt. 2." Yes, not even Lightning Bolt.
Phew! I am delighted to announce that, after a month of gruelling late nights and a week of editing, scanning, and graphic design, I have finally finished the first edition of His Sophomoric Effort. The cover is shown above in quantized 8-bit glory. You can check out the novel's home page to download it or you can order a nice softbound copy from lulu press (don't fear, CMU web police: I make no money off this! It's just for fun!), which is pretty cool. Or you can just ignore it but wow, then that'd be a whole lot of work for nothing!