Good news: the licensor for a tie-in anthology finally approved my pitch.
Bad news: the approval came 24 hours after the due date for stories.
Good news: the editor gave me until 15 May.
Bad news: I only have until 15 May.
Good news: I really wanted to write this story and am grateful for the opportunity.
Bad news: the editor on a project terri_osborne and I were going to collaborate on if it went through didn't go through.
Good news: it wasn't because of anything we did, but because of the way the project shook out. I'm not at all convinced that said shaking out is tenable long-term, and we'll still be here if I'm right. *grin*
Thought I was better. Went to training. Barely survived. Came home and went to sleep. Woke up at one point and ate. A little while later, I threw it all back up. We're talking epic puke. I think I threw up my tibia.
Going to bed shortly, and the plan for tomorrow involves my bed, my cats, my teddy bear, some tea, and fuck-all else.
Which wouldn't have been so bad, except nobody bothered to tell the people working in the nearby buildings, who just might have an issue with low-flying planes near the former World Trade Center site. *fume*
The FAA and NYPD were notified, but the latter were specifically instructed not to tell the public, which definitely wins some kind of award for stupidity above and beyond the call of duty. That award should also go to (at the very least): Marc Mugnos, director of operations for the Office of Citywide Event Coordination and Management, who was informed, but didn't bother to tell Mayor Mike Bloomberg, who was rather steamed to say the least (that Mugnos still has a job is something of a miracle); and Louis Caldera, director of the White House military office, whose idea it was. Caldera has taken responsibility, though he's another one who really should have a new job come tomorrow....
Words cannot describe how appalled this makes me. This is the type of inconsiderate idiocy and disconnect to the human condition that was the hallmark of the Bush Administration. I was hoping for a bit more of that change they were talking about. *snarl*
Reactor 4 exploded at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in Ukraine (1986)
SOME BELTS OF NOTE
The U.S. is home to many belts: the Southern and Southwest states are often called the SUN BELT; the North-central and Northeast regions are the FROST BELT; parts of the South and Midwest are the BIBLE BELT; an agricultural swath of the northern Midwest is the CORN BELT (which overlaps with the GRAIN BELT); the industrial stretch from the Northeastern seaboard to the Midwest is the MANUFACTURING BELT (or RUST BELT); several warm sections of the country are called BANANA BELTS; a section of the Atlantic and Gulf coast, once known for producing cotton, is the COTTON BELT; the BLACK BELT once referred to a Southern region of dark soil fit for growing cotton, but now refers to the Southeast states known for high concentrations of African Americans; the BORSCHT BELT is a nickname for a part of the Catskills popular with Ashkenazi Jews; and the JELL-O BELT refers to Utah's and Idaho's communities of Mormons, who apparently enjoy the wobbly dessert.
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)