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I left work two hours early yesterday, to take care of some things and go to physical therapy. In the space of those two hours, the Horrible Guy (the one who bumped Coworker J out of his job) managed to fuck up enough things to create...two extra hours of work for me this morning! It's like karma, only HORRIBLE.

Repeat after me, kids: "If you don't know how Sam does something, DON'T DO IT AT ALL."

(Another post is impending about how I am a doofus and the last person in the world anyone should be afraid of, but I had to bitchface about this a little before I killed this guy with my brain.)

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In much more cheerful news than the last post, Nameless got its very own fandom!secret yesterday! (Scroll down to 109, or all the way down to comments, where it's linked).

I think it's very sweet, and probably good publicity for the book too, but I'd like to gently and affectionately remind everyone of three things:

1. Last year I tripped on flat, dry pavement. AND BROKE MY WRIST.

2. Until I was nineteen, I thought infrared was pronounced "in-FRAYR-d". I still think my way sounds cooler.

3. I live alone and do not yet have a cat only because I'm not sure I could handle the responsibility.

3a. Between starting this post and finishing it I was pouring coffee from the pot into a thermal carafe, something I have done every day for eighteen months, and I overcompensated and splattered coffee all over the counter, the carafe, and the front of my brand new white dress shirt.

All of the above means nobody, ever, should be afraid to talk to me. I am the world's biggest dorkface. :D Honestly. I don't always reply to every comment, but I wish I could, and I try to reply to comments where people have obviously put time and thought into their responses to my writing.

Anyway, I'm glad you could let me know, OP, even anonymously :)

Torchwood Formal Supper, First Annual

Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and other classy genders (or lack thereof) to the Torchwood Celebratory Supper!

We are gathered here today to eat pizza, fairy cakes, croissanwiches, and tiny nibbles on sticks in honour of Max, who is six months old today, and the new Torchwood "documentary", Children of Earth, airing next week (probably).

Little known but truefact: Leonardo da Vinci had a sexy model for his "first draft" of the Last Supper. Jack, are you groping James the Elder? And is that a pizza?

Please, take a seat -- NOT ON THE SUBETHERIC RESONATOR -- and have some nibbles.

After all, Torchwood's entire team, pets, and most of our allies are gathered together in one place. What could possibly go wrong?

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OH BUGG --

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So, maybe next published book I do, I won't go with Lulu.com. Or I'll go with Lulu and some other publisher as well.

Their customer service can't use English.

I sent this to the help site in late May:
My book has been available for several weeks and I have sold multiple copies, but it still has no sales rank. How can I go about getting this rectified? Thanks!

I wasn't too fussed about it, so I didn't pester. And then....

( Yesterday I received my first response. )

Honestly, I could care less about sales ranking; I'm sure Nameless's sales rank isn't much higher than OPCSY. At the same time, I wonder (because Lulu is affiliated with Amazon) if it is unranked because one of the keywords on the sales page is "LGBT". *eyebrow*

And sales rank does help drive sales.

And I don't like being lied to by semi-literate customer service associates.

Anyway, we'll see where it goes from here. Stay tuned for more adventures in literacy!