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      CommentAuthorCamyLuna
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    Something about my week: I picked up a dress and a skirt at a Vintage Clothing Sale at the house of a famous groupie today. She was also selling her memoir, but I was too shy to get one. I get weird like that sometimes. No problem trying on her clothes, but getting the book seemed too personal.

    Something about my near future: Tomorrow night my brother in law, his wife, my 3yr old niece, 1.5 yr old nephew, and their golden retriever will be arriving for a 3 day stay at our house. Family bliss. Crowded family bliss.

    My autobiography: The Rebirth of Edna Pontellier and Other Imaginings
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      CommentAuthorstsparky
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    This week -
    Pretty damn odd. I've doubled the amount in the Bank. Bought toys for the daughter (Disney Princesses x 10 - god help me at 20% off), the wife, and myself. Had lunch with a talented bunch of folks I know through facebook (people who worked on Dune, Ghostbusters, and Big Trouble in Little China). I've been fired from the time wasting job for 6 weeks or so. Have three projects in the air and am speculating becoming a publisher. I got good vibes at the LCS when I suggested they ask a Whitechapel favorite to visit us.

    The future -
    And I've seriously have an idea to help the world work better ...

    Autobiography -
    The Bamboo and The Willow / "you'd trust me with your future?"
    you'd trust me with your future?
    • CommentAuthorIsaacSher
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    We're in the midst of Annual Enrollment at my workplace, which boils down to taking calls from senior citizens that often go like so:

    Caller: I got this letter about my annual enrollment, and it said I didn't have to call. I figured I should call and ask about it.

    Me: (*thumping head against cubicle wall*)


    Meanwhile, my wife and I are nervously awaiting clearance from her OB/GYN to start trying for another pregnancy. Last summer, three months of joyous "work" resulted in an Eggtopic Pregnancy, thank goodness we caught it early before it could rupture and kill Gretchen with massive internal bleeding. However, the medicine needed for that requires several months of "do not tempt fate and get pregnant again" waiting afterwards.

    In less dramatic news, I'm playing City of Heroes, Evil Genius (not sure if I like it), and Civilization 5 in my free time, and re-reading the Dresden Files novels. I'm currently on "Dead Beat".

    I'm also working on the design of a non-collectible card game for a new company just getting started, but we're hitting some card ratio issues, and need to do more playtesting.

    My autobiography? "Blood And Souls For Mountain Dew: The Gamer Life, And No Regrets"
    • CommentAuthorJinnet
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    My week was weird. We had layoffs at work, which was depressing as hell; I still have a job, but many other people don't.

    Also, a cat decided to adopt us, and is not taking no as an answer.

    Adric

    We've been calling him Adric as a sort of joke, but it seems to be sticking.

    The future: undecided. We want to sell the house and get rid of a lot of stuff, but we haven't figured out much beyond that.

    Autobiography: A Little Different. (That's what my great-grandmother said about anyone odd.)
    • CommentAuthorelricj
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    my week - a compound mixture of working on a pc (building, replacing, troubleshooting) that's going to replace my current box, in junction with moving shit between rooms in the house, thanks to some household changes. Teaching myself to play Husker Du songs for fun. Signed up for ze facebook - a move I've put off for so long, I have friends who wondered if I was dead.

    the future is bad haiku...

    my autobiography:
    once i was alive and now
    i am dead, move on
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      CommentAuthorFishelle
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    This week has been lovely. I watched my favorite film and promptly afterward got my first kiss. It's pretty much kept being that sort of week, too.
    In the spring, I'm going to go on a trip to New York. I'm excited.
    My autobiography, if I every do one for public consumption, will simply be titled Fish. It will be a comic.
    Here is a picture of me with a new haircut, eating a period cookie.
    Photobucket
    • CommentAuthortoby
    • CommentTimeNov 20th 2010
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    I am prepping to play my first live electronic/noise performance Monday in my group Bit Stream. It will be my partner's first musical performance ever. Tomorrow is our last rehearsal before it. Can't wait. Our gear from yesterday:


    Gear


    Things are coming along with the punk band as well.
    • CommentAuthorRobson
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
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    1:57am in San Francisco - good morning, Whitechapel.

    Of all the days to get a new computer and schlep it home, I picked the day during which San Francisco enjoyed its first thunderstorms. And yet in purchasing the thing I've finally come a few steps closer to living in the 21st century. Among other things, I can take pictures like this.

    Robsonselfport
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      CommentAuthorAlan Tyson
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010 edited
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    The Week: This has been a week of new things for me.

    I'm working on my NaNo book, and I'm 38k words in, when suddenly a new book swoops in, takes over my brain entirely, and demands to be written. So now I'm juggling both books, writing about a k a day on the main novel, and plowing through the other at about 2k a day. At this rate, neither of them will hit that magic 50k by themselves, but frankly, I'm having too much fun having a foot in each world at the same time to really care.

    So, yes, this will probably mean naked pictures of yours truly, since I'm technically not fulfilling the NaNoGoal.

    I've also been trying my hand at songwriting. Just lyrics, mind you, but its something I've never attempted before. I even went so far as to record myself singing a few, and it... doesn't sound as bad as it used to. I'm still nowhere near good, but maybe all that singing in the car has paid off somewhere, somehow? I dunno. Maybe music wants me, too, along with writing. Its a bit late in the game for it to let me know, but... who knows?

    I helped a friend move out of her apartment back to her folks' place yesterday. Hurt my back bad enough I shouldn't drive, so they put me up for the night. I'm typing on my phone, lying in her sisters bed, feeling both like a sick intruder and like ive just been adopted. Its an incredibly strange feeling, made even stranger because my friend's sister gre up in the nineties, and her mom kept her old room just like it was. The posters on the wall, the old stereo, the Super NES sitting on top of the old wood-paneled desk tv... for an anachrophile like me, who dearly wishes he had been born a decade earlier, this really is like stepping into a time machine.

    Its been a good week.

    The Future: ill be meeting my girlfriend's entire yankee (read: northeastern scots stock) clan for thanksgiving. I've been told, often within the same sentence, that they're a loud, proud, fun gang of folks and ill fit right in, but also to watch every word I say, so as not to piss anyone off. At least her mom likes me, that's a start.

    Right now my primary goal is to finish one or both books by the end of next january, and start sniffing for agents by february. A day job would be nice, too.

    The Autobiography: Let's Roll: a Life Spent In Cars, Going Places.
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    The week? A flaming pile of burning excrement with a side of minor disaster and a healthy portion of self inflicted misery. Soundtrack courtesy of my little blue chevrolet truck, which ticked over the 250,000 mile mark earlier in the week. The smell of leaking gas is all her, too. They say we hurt the ones we love, and I have very nearly destroyed that thing.

    The future? Fix the fuel leak, do some damage control on the various errors of the past week, visit family over thanksgiving, and start looking for a job that doesn't involve driving my truck around Uptown New Orleans.

    Autobiography? Disaster in 7/8 Time.
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    I find out if I still have a job on Wednesday. There are a number of things that tell me to be optimistic about it, including an interview that went very well with one of the other editors. I've also been plucked from my usual duties by the production manager to do a project with two of the other bigwigs. I wasn't sure if I should've taken that as a subtle nudge (after all, they could've chosen any of the other Production Assistants) and have decided that it's good news either way.

    I'm one of the rats that just can't seem to jump off the print ship yet. We'll see if I get pushed on Wednesday or continue to be ankle-deep in the Print Waters Of Doom for a little while longer (read: until I can find a new career path).

    My autobiography will be called: "Boring Twat: Story of a Boring Twat".
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    In the last week I have been organizing a month long work placement with a local arts charity and reading more M John Harrison short stories. Also stood around Leicester train station on Friday morning taking pictures for a comic because Yskaya requested them. Secretly she wants me to be arrested and waterboarded for a month in the care of Her Majesty's Secret Service.

    I have been laughing at the people taking part in NaNoWriMo and am getting ready to announce publicly that I'm going outside for fresh air without worrying about my daily word count.

    As for the future: On Monday, hopefully, the placement starts and I get to start work on interesting and exciting projects. Which like all interesting and exciting projects I can't really talk about. But I am looking forward to this.

    My autobiography will be called: "The Ice Monkey."
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
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    The week: I can't remember much, which is weird. I wasn't busy and I might think that I wasted it all again except I usually remember that sort of thing. Studied a bunch of Japanese, but enough, and got some work on Friday, that much I remember. Work gave me a nice insight to the technical steps of appying subtitles to video - at least one method. And informed me that, finally, no really, I ought to learn how to use a Mac. I've faked it as I've needed to thus far, but I'm going to need to know it for reals. So that's a future thing.

    Future thing otherwise: sleep, a play, church, chocolate cake. Not necessarily in that order, possibly not all even happening, but it's the current plan.

    Autobiography. I dearly wish my story was worth "Unorthodox Normal" but I have a feeling "Licking Batteries" is more apropos.
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    This week:

    Meh, mostly. Last night played a ceilidh for a community group. Twenty-odd people, including the band, in a hundred-and-fifty capacity hall. Always feel a bit bad for people when that happens, but those who were there had fun with the dancing.

    Picture:

    A dodgy Android Retrocam app photo of lightweight ceilidh drum setup is as close to a self-portrait as I can deal with this week:

    ceilidh 201110

    Future thing:

    This evening, another ceilidh. But this time at Auchinawa, a Scottish anime and cosplay convention. I am ridiculously excited about this. It will probably be the best ceilidh ever, even if no one dances.

    Autobiography:

    Given the number of people I've been involved with who have gone on to do amazing things in fields that I've worked with them in, it'll probably be called 'That Guy In The Background'. Or, perhaps, given my own close shaves with success, 'Try. Fail. Try again. Fail better.'

    Love to y'all, whether suffering, happy, or the usual mixture of the extremes.

    S.
    • CommentAuthorroadscum
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
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    Good afternoon merry and not so merry Whitechapel pranksters,

    My week has been one of not much work and really not much of anything else, too much time spent arsing about with the computer thing and not enough sunshine, too much procrastination and not enough motivation. Dear me, what a mess. But a cosy, comfortable mess and one that really could be quite a lot worse. So not bad really. Even managed to get out for a few snaps and a bit of a wander about on the one really nice, crisp morning there was. My trip to the vets was something of a let down, but they're still trying too work out what's going on and the quinine tablets have killed the night cramps and a lot of the aches and pains. So not a complete waste of time. At least the NHS is still free, i look around at the things some of the others here go through (hello Ms Fox) and realise just how fortunate i am. Then i look at where the lovely ConDem coalition is dragging us. Then i try very, very hard to think of nice things and fluffy bunnies and my hand reaches for the vodka...

    Still, not all bad, not all bad. Recently made contact with a couple of old chums from years ago and am frankly quite impressed with how they've kept themselves together, some serious reminiscing may be on the cards, who knows?

    The future? I'm hoping for a week with no work and some sunshine or the other way round, i'll settle for what i get and be glad for it.

    Autobiography? You must be kidding!
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    Went to the best show of my life this week. Bomb the Music Industry! two nights in a row, first in Manchester where I got horribly drunk and thought I was going to die when I got heartburn from eating a pizza too fast. Before the show we got drunk in a bar and bullied the jukebox and the landlady actually responded to Public Enemy's exhortation to TURN IT UP! during Bring the Noise. Next day, feeling like shit I went down to London where I was sure I was too aching and fucked up to properly enjoy them again, but it was even better, perfect atmosphere, amazing songs, loads of people dancing, a well-executed stagedive and a stage invasion at the end. The rest of the week was a process of coming down from that moment into the drudgery of my shtity job. I almost lost it this week and just walked out after being shouted at for the third time to do a job I'd already done that wasn't my job anyway. Only a couple more months left there anyway before I pack it in. I'm trying to write an account of those two shows but it just keeps sprawling and going off on tangents, it's 2000 words before the band even starts playing.
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    @Ginja, I was in Leicester train station on Friday morning! Damn the circumstances that didn't allow us to cross paths.
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      CommentAuthorglukkake
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
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    This week... I don't even know where it went. I feel like I did something, but my lack of ability to show anything for it makes me disappointed. I have, however, kept up my record that for every bedbug that finds its way into my bed to bite me, I track it down and fucking kill it. I've been trying to bring it up with my building's landlord, only to discover he died. Which certainly explains his lack of response. Waiting for a meeting with the executrix to get this taken care of.

    The future... is looking better. I'm starting to get a good grip on finances and seem to be catching up with myself on all the workloads I have lately. Balancing the part time job with the real job with the getting my ass into the screenprint studio seems to be working out better. I hope to finish my book of prints by Xmas, maybe even have a new print in my on-going series of narcissism for Jan 1st.
    The only bad thing is my art collective is slightly imploding. We're working on producing an event for early December and... it's hard. It's harder than it's ever been. We were once a really great group that helped each other out and now it's just the few of us, with most everyone unable to work without central leadership. And by leadership I mean having someone (me or the only other working partner) nag them for weeks to get the slightest bit of work done. It's not supposed to be a real job like this and I'm just irritated at working with almost all of them. I need a break and this saddens me.

    My autobiography? I'd call it "The Face in the Back of the Photograph". And we'll just leave it at that.
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      CommentAuthorkelvin
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
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    This week has been about finding a routine with my new job, which is fiddly when it's hospitality and the shift start times vary wildly. It's been fine, other than showing up an hour early for work twice. The easy thing is it's local and just a walk down the road, so there's no commute. The lack of sleep is making me rather gruff, though I seem to be fitting in well.

    My future is happening right now, with my newly acquired iPhone 3GS. It's a wonderful device. I've had it for less than a week and already my habits and time management decisions have changed greatly. I don't feel that I have to be on the laptop all the time now to be involved with the internet. It's really nice.

    I don't have a title for my autobiography. Perhaps "That Prick, He's Not Bad". I can't think of one that hits the right notes though. Cheers for the Open Mic, Warren.