Wednesday, December 17, 2003
I've got more quality crap up for sale on ebay. (I've actually managed to sell some of it, too. Thus far, my little bro's managed to dig himself out of the hole by 40 dollars.) Still got a long way to go though. A looong way to go...
Tuesday, December 16, 2003 - 4:36 pm
I've got a ton of PC Games and strategy guides up for sale on ebay. These were donated to me by my brother who, by selling them, hopes he can settle some of the debt he has inadvertently incurred with me by means of a recent snafu involving my credit card number, a failed hard-drive recall swap, and an evil, faceless corporation which will remain unnamed lest they send out their army of robotic ninjas to dispatch me and my family in a silent yet messy, ninja-y fashion. I still have no bids on the Sailor Moon Eternal Costume, and I've accepted the fact that noone wants the handmade lace I posted (although at least one person has written to tell me how nice they think it is, which was really the best I could've hoped for out of that whole deal.) Hopefully, my brother's stuff will prove to be a little more popular than all the weird, eclectic, nerd-ophenalia I've been posting lately. (A sure bet, methinks.)
I've got another page of Elder Star drawn. I'm trying to finish the first chapter but I keep on getting sidetracked by other projects and by this whole "life" thing. Feh. What I need is another me to deal with all the mundane, parent-appeasing, job-hunting crap so I can have some more time to devote to my comics and to my new hobby of sitting alone in the dark pondering my fate while my cats poke at me to see whether or not I'm still alive. (Out of concern, I'm assuming. Either that or they're checking to see if it's safe to eat me yet. Wouldn't put it past the little buggers.)
Sunday, December 14, 2003 - 10:05 pm
Once again, I've posted my Eternal Sailor Moon Costume up on ebay. I'm hoping, by doing this, I can recover the cost of the materials I stupidly shelled out in advance to make this outfit. (So far, all I've gotten are punctuationally challenged e-mails from pre-teen fangirls begging me to lower the opening bid on this costume so they can convince their mommies and daddies to buy it for them. Never mind the fact that I'm selling this costume for HALF what I would charge to make it on commission and that whomever buys it will basically be getting all the 20+ hours of skilled labor I invested into it for free.) I've come to the sad realization that there are some people in this world who just don't want to pay more than 30 dollars for a costume or for any other article of clothing. Ever. Those people would be well-advised to remain far far away from me.
So, they finally got ol' Saddam, eh? Funny. I always thought he'd be more of the "going out, gun's ablazin'" type. God knows what they'll do with him now, (although hopefully it will be something which involves mutant fireants, rabid baboons, and rusty tin can lids). Hopefully, his arrest will touch off an upswing in the economy, to the point where folks in the printing industry start hiring again. (Because I'm rapidly running out of things to sell, and my car, my cats, and my insurance are sucking money out of my savings like a hundred-foot-tall Hoover on turbo-shag.) Sigh.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
I've got more costume items up for sale on ebay. Including an historically accurate reproduction of a Renaissance-era lace collar which I painstakingly crafted with my own gnarled, carpal tunnel-ridden fingers (and which has had all of 14 people view it thus far. I knew the demand for delicately worked reticella lace had taken something of a dip since the heyday of its popularity back in the late 16th century, but I figured there'd be more interest in it than THAT.) Yes. I know. It's probably not something that someone well connected with reality would think, but hell, I figured I was long overdue for God to give me some kind of break. Why wouldn't He want to arrange it so I could receive a fair market price for a beautiful, expensive, one-of-a-kind costume item requiring scads of talent to make?
Oh right. It's because I'm a loser. Thank you, God. Thanks for the reminder. I had almost forgotten that fact. It's good thing I have bad shit happening to me all the time to keep it in the forefront of my mind. Bad shit like, ohhh... having random parts of my car falling off at inopportune moments. (Last month it was my vacuum assembly,-this month it was the blower for my heating system.) And bad shit happening to my friends, all of whom seem to be sick or unemployed or having parts of their houses collapsing and falling into other parts of their houses.
God, I'm such a crappy writer. Do you realize it took me over an hour to get this far? And what was it that I had taken so much time and effort to say? "Things suck, as usual." (I think I'll spare myself the trouble next time and just write "things suck, as usual in the entry space.")
Or maybe I'll just post all future entries from now on at Mymiserablelife.com. At least there my pathetic, self-pitying tirades would fit in a little better...
Sunday, November 30, 2003 - 11:54 am
I went to Arby's the other night and I ran into a guy dressed as a giant oven mitt. After talking with him awhile, I discovered that he has at least twice the level of talent and education that I possess, yet, thanks to our state's hiring freeze, he can't get a job in his field. So he has to walk around in a stupid fast-food joint dressed like a FREAKIN' OVEN MITT, passing out balloons and amusing screaming bratlings-- all the while trying his best not to be driven batshit insane by the sheer inanity of it all. Why oh WHY is the world like this? Why is it that someone like Michael Jackson could have millions of dollars, (most of which will most likely go to his lawyers now,) and yet our society's best and brightest are forced to stumble around God's green earth in giant oven mitts, trying to earn whatever meager salary fate doles out to them? (And most of these giant-oven-mitt wearing geniuses have never molested a child in their lives. Something ain't right here.)
Speaking of things that aren't quite right, I had something scary happen to me recently. I logged into my paypal account and attempted to change my address and re-log my credit card information. For some reason, my credit card was rejected (most likely because my old bank hasn't gotten around to switching it over to my new street address yet.) I figure I would have to wait till Monday (when my bank is open) to fix the problem. Well, when sifting through my e-mail inbox this morning, I find an official-looking e-mail from ebay, stating that they are aware of my little credit card problem and that if I just click on the nifty-looking link they have sent me and re-enter my information, all will be well and good again. There are times when I'm glad I happen to be the most paranoid person on earth. I immediately forwarded the suspicious e-mail to Ebay's Spoofmail Department and they consequently informed me it was nothing more than a sophisticated scam. And that, at no time will they, ebay, ever ask a person for their credit card or account information via an e-mail, no matter how official-looking it is. So now I know.
Man...some people just....SUCK....
