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Shorn

I just changed my GMS-atar over there on the sidebar, so that it more accurately reflects my appearance. Yesterday, I walked into my local Great Clips and had them hack off 2+ years of hair growth. Yes, that’s right–the mane is gone, and in it’s place is a shorter, spikier cut that Laura assures me is much more flattering.

I’m in my mid-30s. Flattering is Good.

GMS

Glad He Thinks It’s Funny…

I’ll go ahead and link this from Fox News, so that the conservatives can’t bitch about the “liberal media”:

Bush makes WMD joke at Media Dinner

Quoted from the story:

“Bush put on a slide show, calling it the “White House Election-Year Album” at the_Radio and Television Correspondents’ Association_60th annual dinner, showing himself and his staff in some decidedly unflattering poses.

There was Bush looking under furniture in a fruitless, frustrating search. “Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere,” he said.”

Har har har. Let’s see…where are we now? 589 Americans dead, 3362 wounded, sent to Iraq over non-existent WMDs?

Yeah, that’s a real laugh riot, sir.

GMS

That Stupid Bint In Today’s Salon…

A few folks have emailed and IM’d me, asking about my impressions of the lead story in today’s Salon.com: The Confessions of a Semi-Successful Author, in which the psuedonymous “Jane Austen Doe” (ugh.) whines incessantly about her misfortune of having only made somewhere north of $255,000 over the past 10 years of her writing career. (Probably significantly more, since she admits to having ghost-written a best-selling celebrity bio, but doesn’t tell us how much she was paid.)

Poor fucking baby.

Aside from the mediocrity of the writing in this particular whine-fest, the one thing that struck me as I read this article is that the author is a grade-A idiot when it comes to business sense and marketing. The most glaring example: Despite the fact that she says that she’s burned bridges with the two largest publishing conglomerates already, she writes this article for Salon under a psuedonym.

Hell, I’m a hack writer for a niche speciality market, and even *I* know that if you’re facing closed doors at the two biggest houses, you’ve got nothing to lose by using your real name…and by using her real name, she could’ve gotten a significant spike in sales from well-wishing, sympathetic readers clicking-through to her books on Amazon. The publicity surrounding her name and the spike in sales might’ve even been able to serve as a selling point to get her further book deals through smaller publishing houses looking for any angle they can to increase their shelf-share.

But no. Instead we get, as Warren Zevon once sang: “poor, poor, pitiful me.”

This poor dear even now has to get a (*gasp!* Shock! Horror!) DAY JOB!!!

Won’t somebody help this poor woman?

GMS