Never forget all the currently active circumstance modifiers.
This goes double if you're the GM.

Never forget all the currently active circumstance modifiers.
This goes double if you're the GM.
The chair that I sat in for my hair washing was a massage chair. I thought it was genius. I mean, we get to sit in massage chairs when we get pedicures, why not also when we get our hair cut? It was sheer joy. (hah, pun not intended but still great: sheer/shear joy, gettit?)2. Cut hair
I should note that I honestly didn't know what that straight perm process was going to be like. I thought it was going to be some kind of magic flat iron, but it actually reminded me more of when you dye your hair and they paint on the hair chemicals and let it sit.5. Sit and wait. Read English magazine about Seoul.
At this point I was kind of freaking out. Why was she curling my hair? I thought it was supposed to be straight. I tried not to say anything but the anxiety was killing me. Finally I burst out and asked "why are you doing this? Is it still going to be straight!?" That's when she explained the whole "give it body" concept. Frankly, I'm not sure it even worked. My hair is as flat as a brick. And I love it.10. Apply magic straight part 2
Me and a “smile” car, snapped 2009.07.25, found on my camera just now.


Tiiiired. Sitting here listening to Pocahaunted and chugging coffee in order to stay lucid enough to do a GRAVEL phone conference set for 1.30am. This week’s been utterly buggered — you may have noticed the silence here — by a member of the family being rushed into hospital early in the week, which has turned everything into bubbling chaos and is necessitating runs to the hospital, rescheduling, etc. And then the snow hit, turned into two inches of white stuff sitting on three inches of ice, and Britain shut down because it is now a country of weaklings and jabbering genetic wreckage who shit themselves when the sky moves.
GRAVEL phone conference with my producers is to set the storyline. I’ve spent what little time I’ve had this week putting all my notes in order. Which is how I ended up writing the line "Bill, you’re kind of persona non fucker around here."
Also, at the top of the week, I wrapped the last few pages of ULTIMATE COMICS IRON MAN ARMOR WARS #4, which is one of the more ridiculous titles that I haven’t invented myself. Sadly, the Marvel office chose to ignore the alternate titles I wrote at the top of each script. I liked IRON MAN: HUMAN SEX JEEP the best.
Had a conversation with David Bogart at Marvel about the future of the NEWUNIVERSAL: STORMFRONT project there that got stalled when my computer and backups were destroyed. Should be sorted in a few months. I think Dave’s official title at Marvel is Grand Inquisitor or Witchfinder General or something, but I’ve known him pretty much since he started out in the business, and, frankly, it’s always nice to know that there’s a guy in that office who will never try to screw me over. Dave will look after me.
Or, of course, I will have him killed. I know lots of people in New York. I mean, trust is good, but insurance is better, right?
If I can just get a few more pages on other things out over the next two days, then from Monday I am done with 2009, and anyone who doesn’t like it can bite my muckpump.
More coffee.
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Now that I am working again I’m not having any trouble with my weight. Just the extra walking involved in a working day has caused me to reach 142 after months of trying to get below 145. Ideally I’d be 140 if I could lose 2 more exclusively from my tummy area. But realistically, I’ll try to stick with 142.
I should do a new body nude (clothed-to-nude sequence) photo to update my last one. I think I skipped last year but it’s about time to do another.
I don’t have a good camera. Yet.