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Well. Go figure. For the first time ever in my life, as of today I'm unemployed.

Naturally, I've been seeing this coming for at least a year, since things at PCI were so financially dodgy (YOU try marketing world peace during a war!), so in a way it's a relief.

Still, even when you totally expect it, it's still a shock. And I am surprised at just how much utter rejection I ultimately felt. And when I called Mom to tell her, the first thing she said was, "You're still going to the Ellen DeGeneres taping, aren't you?"

Yes, Mom. I'm still going. Sigh.

Mojo

...apparently if you have SIMs, you can torture them to death.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/nematoddity/133711.html

And...(this makes me smile) you can always fight Hate with Show Tunes.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/koaloha/29646.html?view=201166

Ahhhh. Life is good.

MJ

Here's the Leaning Tower of Pisa parody, courtesy of the Nielson Hayden site. I think it's absolutely hysterical, but it's NOT family-friendly, for those of you who may object to strong language.

This has no doubt been totally blogged to death, but what the hey.

There's a truism in the publishing industry that says an author should never, ever EVER respond to a bad review. And yet there is always someone (like me, for example!) who somehow thinks rules don't apply to them. But this rule in particular makes sense. At the very best, responding to a negative review only makes you look pissy and defensive. Worst case scenario, it's like driving past a car wreck--you don't want to look at such a public meltdown, but you just can't help it....

More insurance woes for us. (My husband has the WORST LUCK with insurance. It is never his fault, but insurance company computers seem to HATE him and they are always screwing up his accounts. He then must take time off from work, go to the insurance company and complain. They look at everything, look at the computer, and say "Oh, yes, clearly it's not your fault; we'll take care of it" and it DOESN'T get taken care of. He has epic problems that have gone on for MONTHS and even YEARS at a stretch. His luck with them is so bad it was actually a slight consideration of mine when we decided to marry. (Don't tell him that, 'kay?) Ultimately I decided my very GOOD luck with insurance computers would counter his bad. But I digress.)