ok 2012, I'm counting on you. 2011 was terrible so the bar isn't set that high. C'mon buddy. Let's make it happen, eh?
This blog is pretty much about absolutely nothing. Read only if you're bored.
Dear Smirnoff,
just stick to vodka. thanks.
-Patriot
Dead? Me? No, but it might seem that way to some...
Good God where did all the time go? One second it was February and I was prepping for surgery, the next it was halfway through August. A lot has happened in the last 6 months (my god!) but I'll try to keep it short just in case anyone cares to read.
My surgery went well for the most part. My last post was a description of all that. Since then I've slowly regained strength in my voice and can now sing again. About a month ago I got into a fight with a lady (grrrr) and the shouting caused such a trauma to my voice that I went aphonic for a week. So yeah, minor setback involving temporary paralysis in my voice (terrifying) but I'm healthy-ish again and back to recovery. Ah love.
I got a promotion at work about a month ago and my paychecks got a nice little bump! woot. I treated my self to a nice DSLR that I've been meaning to buy for quite some time. Luckily it uses the same lens type as my old film SLR; so I have 5 lenses already for a brand new camera! Yay! Picture posts to come soon.
While on medical leave, I decided to do a roundtrip of the country all throughout March. I flew from LaGuardia to Fort Myers to visit my dad's "winter condo", then flew to Detroit to say hi to the fam, then to Chicago to visit old friends (and make some new ones), then I went to Denver to see an old flame (sigh) and then back to NYC. It was a very lovely way to spend a spring.
Summer's been fast and scorching hot but I've tried to enjoy it nonetheless. I hope you are all enjoying it at least! I'm trying to see as many people as I can in the next month because fall is going to be insane for me.
My work promotion kicks into full gear come the end of September and I just got cast in an Indie Film (yay!) that is planning to shoot Aug-Oct. I will update more about all of that soon. I swear!
For now, I have to get back to my non-SG world which is not as fun.
I miss you all and I hope you are all doing wonderful. I hope to see some of you at NY Con and hopefully for some slobberknocking afterward!
-P
Good God where did all the time go? One second it was February and I was prepping for surgery, the next it was halfway through August. A lot has happened in the last 6 months (my god!) but I'll try to keep it short just in case anyone cares to read.
My surgery went well for the most part. My last post was a description of all that. Since then I've slowly regained strength in my voice and can now sing again. About a month ago I got into a fight with a lady (grrrr) and the shouting caused such a trauma to my voice that I went aphonic for a week. So yeah, minor setback involving temporary paralysis in my voice (terrifying) but I'm healthy-ish again and back to recovery. Ah love.
I got a promotion at work about a month ago and my paychecks got a nice little bump! woot. I treated my self to a nice DSLR that I've been meaning to buy for quite some time. Luckily it uses the same lens type as my old film SLR; so I have 5 lenses already for a brand new camera! Yay! Picture posts to come soon.
While on medical leave, I decided to do a roundtrip of the country all throughout March. I flew from LaGuardia to Fort Myers to visit my dad's "winter condo", then flew to Detroit to say hi to the fam, then to Chicago to visit old friends (and make some new ones), then I went to Denver to see an old flame (sigh) and then back to NYC. It was a very lovely way to spend a spring.
Summer's been fast and scorching hot but I've tried to enjoy it nonetheless. I hope you are all enjoying it at least! I'm trying to see as many people as I can in the next month because fall is going to be insane for me.
My work promotion kicks into full gear come the end of September and I just got cast in an Indie Film (yay!) that is planning to shoot Aug-Oct. I will update more about all of that soon. I swear!
For now, I have to get back to my non-SG world which is not as fun.
I miss you all and I hope you are all doing wonderful. I hope to see some of you at NY Con and hopefully for some slobberknocking afterward!
-P
Oy, a lot has happened since the new year. The story below is an update on my medical situation that I kinda kept to myself. It can be a little gross but if you're curious, read on.
Some of you know already, but back in November I discovered I had a cyst on my vocal folds, which was causing me to lose my voice daily and providing me with a constant raspy voice. Being an actor, this is not a good thing at all. Some can pull off a raspy voice on film; I, unfortunately, look like the boy next door on film- not the tough guy with a raspy voice. Sooooo, I scheduled a surgery to have the cyst removed at the lovely New York Ear and Eye Infirmary. Unfortunately for me, they book months in advance and, in November mind you, I scheduled a surgery for February.
Then the new year came. I worked 6-7 days a week for all of January and stopped working February 1st to rest my voice. On February 10th, they stuck a plethora of tools and cameras down my throat and got to work. About an hour later, I awoke to begin my month-long mandatory vow of silence. Awesome.
THE PROBLEM: Sooooo, it turns out what the 4 laryngoscopies* leading up to my surgery showed was not actually a cyst, but rather the tip of a band of scar tissue that went through an entire half of my vocal folds. The trusty surgeon removed the scar tissue in the same manner he would have removed the cyst. Unfortunately, as he was doing so, he noticed two irregularities. On each side of my vocal folds he saw a sulcus, which is basically a hole in my vocal folds. And I have 2! One for each side so they don't get lonely! yaaaaay (clap your hands).
Doc initially thought scar tissue and sulcii (that's plural for sulcus! Learning!) were a result of some Auto-Immune Disease but he was wrong. It can be considered good or bad news, I'm still on the fence, but my blood work came back negative for any Auto-Immune Disease. I mean it's good to not have anything wrong but now I have no answer as to why my voice is all effed up. The sulcii will never go away but we're hoping with vocal therapy and such, I won't get any more scar tissue in the future and that my vocal fold tissue around the sulcii will get strong enough to support my voice with the sulcii present.
Basically my voice was fucked up, we sorta fixed it but we'll never know why it got fucked up in the first place or how the sulcii came to be. I'm a little frightened, seeing as how I intend to make a living off of my voice, but I'm putting one foot forward and then another. So we'll see. For now, I have a few more weeks before I'll be able to speak fully. At this point, I'm allowed to speak each day for a brief period to start strengthening my voice after two weeks of not using it. So, if you wanna grab coffee and make jabs at me, I can't really fight back!!
PS: I'm on the FMLA from work and won't be back to work til april; so if anyone's free and wants to grab a beer, coffee, movie, whatever, please dear god drop me a message or call. I'm bored.
Aaaaand, that is all. Nothing all too exciting going on over here.
*If you've never had a laryngoscopy, I pray you never do. Basically, I walked into a room and the woman pulled out a long silver tube with a camera at the end. She turned to me, holding a bottle of lubricant, and said, "How's your gag reflex?" When you hear that, you know you're in trouble. They basically lube up this camera tube and shove it up your nose, through your sinuses and into the back of your throat. Yaaaaay! Lemme tell you about discomfort... So yes, I had 4 of those before I even landed on the operating table.
Some of you know already, but back in November I discovered I had a cyst on my vocal folds, which was causing me to lose my voice daily and providing me with a constant raspy voice. Being an actor, this is not a good thing at all. Some can pull off a raspy voice on film; I, unfortunately, look like the boy next door on film- not the tough guy with a raspy voice. Sooooo, I scheduled a surgery to have the cyst removed at the lovely New York Ear and Eye Infirmary. Unfortunately for me, they book months in advance and, in November mind you, I scheduled a surgery for February.
Then the new year came. I worked 6-7 days a week for all of January and stopped working February 1st to rest my voice. On February 10th, they stuck a plethora of tools and cameras down my throat and got to work. About an hour later, I awoke to begin my month-long mandatory vow of silence. Awesome.
THE PROBLEM: Sooooo, it turns out what the 4 laryngoscopies* leading up to my surgery showed was not actually a cyst, but rather the tip of a band of scar tissue that went through an entire half of my vocal folds. The trusty surgeon removed the scar tissue in the same manner he would have removed the cyst. Unfortunately, as he was doing so, he noticed two irregularities. On each side of my vocal folds he saw a sulcus, which is basically a hole in my vocal folds. And I have 2! One for each side so they don't get lonely! yaaaaay (clap your hands).
Doc initially thought scar tissue and sulcii (that's plural for sulcus! Learning!) were a result of some Auto-Immune Disease but he was wrong. It can be considered good or bad news, I'm still on the fence, but my blood work came back negative for any Auto-Immune Disease. I mean it's good to not have anything wrong but now I have no answer as to why my voice is all effed up. The sulcii will never go away but we're hoping with vocal therapy and such, I won't get any more scar tissue in the future and that my vocal fold tissue around the sulcii will get strong enough to support my voice with the sulcii present.
Basically my voice was fucked up, we sorta fixed it but we'll never know why it got fucked up in the first place or how the sulcii came to be. I'm a little frightened, seeing as how I intend to make a living off of my voice, but I'm putting one foot forward and then another. So we'll see. For now, I have a few more weeks before I'll be able to speak fully. At this point, I'm allowed to speak each day for a brief period to start strengthening my voice after two weeks of not using it. So, if you wanna grab coffee and make jabs at me, I can't really fight back!!
PS: I'm on the FMLA from work and won't be back to work til april; so if anyone's free and wants to grab a beer, coffee, movie, whatever, please dear god drop me a message or call. I'm bored.
Aaaaand, that is all. Nothing all too exciting going on over here.
*If you've never had a laryngoscopy, I pray you never do. Basically, I walked into a room and the woman pulled out a long silver tube with a camera at the end. She turned to me, holding a bottle of lubricant, and said, "How's your gag reflex?" When you hear that, you know you're in trouble. They basically lube up this camera tube and shove it up your nose, through your sinuses and into the back of your throat. Yaaaaay! Lemme tell you about discomfort... So yes, I had 4 of those before I even landed on the operating table.
Someone sucking on your fingers is almost always a good thing...
...unless you're at work and you don't know the person.
So I worked on New Year's Eve and it was quite the shit show as anyone in New York knows. My bar was 10-deep and the waves kept coming. At one point Douchebag #1 starts ignoring his girlfriend and she starts getting bored. About an hour later, yours truly is taking an order from DB#1. I lean forward to hear him since the DJ's blasting the music to the max. My palms are on the far side of the bar with my fingers hanging over the edge while I'm talking to the DB.
Out of nowhere I feel someones lips and tongue on two of my fingers. I look over and DB#'s girlfriend has leaned over and started sucking my fucking fingers! I didn't know what the hell to do or what the fuck was going on! I yanked my hand back and just gave her a dirty/confused look. DB#1 just looked at me, then her, and then back at me and continued ordering. Seriously? What a buncha creepers
That chick creeped me out. Who sucks on a random guys fingers? especially one who's been bartending for the last 14 hours and probably has a myriad of boozes and mixers on his fingers...
That's all I got. Weird shit huh?
...unless you're at work and you don't know the person.
So I worked on New Year's Eve and it was quite the shit show as anyone in New York knows. My bar was 10-deep and the waves kept coming. At one point Douchebag #1 starts ignoring his girlfriend and she starts getting bored. About an hour later, yours truly is taking an order from DB#1. I lean forward to hear him since the DJ's blasting the music to the max. My palms are on the far side of the bar with my fingers hanging over the edge while I'm talking to the DB.
Out of nowhere I feel someones lips and tongue on two of my fingers. I look over and DB#'s girlfriend has leaned over and started sucking my fucking fingers! I didn't know what the hell to do or what the fuck was going on! I yanked my hand back and just gave her a dirty/confused look. DB#1 just looked at me, then her, and then back at me and continued ordering. Seriously? What a buncha creepers
That chick creeped me out. Who sucks on a random guys fingers? especially one who's been bartending for the last 14 hours and probably has a myriad of boozes and mixers on his fingers...
That's all I got. Weird shit huh?
Pennsylvania is the darkest state known to FUCKING man! If you're from PA, please move because I'm about to call in a military favor* and have it blown off the map. Good god.
So, in case you don't know, I'm originally from Detroit.** Well this year, our lovely friends at the airlines not only wanted to charge me $450 for a flight to Detroit, but they also wanted to lay me over (haha) in South Carolina and then Florida for that price. A direct flight to Detroit is 1.5 hours. With all those layovers, it would have been an 8.5 hour trip. During that 8.5 hours, I would have been lugging carry-on luggage and paying to check the bags I couldn't carry on. What a crock right? Charging for checked luggage? but that's another blog. This is about me vs Pennsylvania.
So, in my infinite wisdom, I say, "Why would I pay $450 for my ticket, $100 for my checked luggage (both ways), and $80 for a cab to the airport and then back? I know, I'll just rent a car and drive to Detroit!"
Sidenote: I have done this drive several times and it's normally fine.
Thus, I rent a car and drive to Michigan. Lo and behold, the weekend I leave for Michigan the east coast gets covered in several fucking feet of snow. yay. So I leave for Michigan as DC and South Jersey call in the National Guard for help. Smart. Luckily, most of my drive is on I-80 and that was pretty free and clear of snow. Pretty clear. Not perfect but ok. Thus I make it to Michigan without a hitch.
"But Patriot, what about the return? What about your battle royale with Pennsylvania?" Shut up, I'm getting there.
So, I spend a Christmas week in Detroit with the family and have a very lovely and relaxing snow-free trip. Yay. And guess what? The day I leave to drive back to Detroit, the midwest gets pounded with the largest storm known to man. Upon leaving Detroit, there was about 3" of snow on the ground and plenty of the freshest stuff falling fast. I make it out of Michigan and Ohio almost without a problem. The salt trucks and plows were working hard. Thanks guys. And then came the 330 miles of PA that had to be driven. As soon as I hit the PA border, the snow began to fall harder, the sun disappeared somewhere around California and the salt trucks disappeared. So here I am, in a rented Toyota Camry*** driving through the damn Poconos with about 4" of snow on the Highway. ON THE HIGHWAY! I can't even see the lines for all the snow. I can barely see in front of me because of the falling snow. And guess what our lovely friends in PA don't believe in??? LIGHTS! FUCKING LIGHTS! it's almost 2010 Pennsylvania! Maybe it's time to start adding electricity and lights to your highway systems! So now I can't see the highway lines, can barely see in front of me and PA decides to let me navigate the windy path through the damn mountains without so much as a light or reflector anywhere. If it weren't for my TomTom, I'm pretty sure I would have driven off a damn cliff. And the worse part is, usually you can use oncoming traffic as an indicator as to where the road is, right? Oh no, not in PA. They have the oncoming traffic on the other side of the mountains. That way you get all the navigation fun you can handle. What should have taken me about 5 hours to drive through, took almost 9. Having to drive 30mph in the desolate darkness of a winter storm in Pennsylvania, made my 10 hour drive from Detroit to NYC a 14 hour ordeal, complete with stress and nerves. Woot!
So, long story short, Pennsylvania? We're fighting. I'ma cut you.
Moral of the story? Avoid Pennsylvania at all costs. Try Canada, they have lights.
*They owe me for saving their asses in Da Nang.
**Detroit what?!
***Boo Japanese cars. Shut up, I'm from Detroit.
So, in case you don't know, I'm originally from Detroit.** Well this year, our lovely friends at the airlines not only wanted to charge me $450 for a flight to Detroit, but they also wanted to lay me over (haha) in South Carolina and then Florida for that price. A direct flight to Detroit is 1.5 hours. With all those layovers, it would have been an 8.5 hour trip. During that 8.5 hours, I would have been lugging carry-on luggage and paying to check the bags I couldn't carry on. What a crock right? Charging for checked luggage? but that's another blog. This is about me vs Pennsylvania.
So, in my infinite wisdom, I say, "Why would I pay $450 for my ticket, $100 for my checked luggage (both ways), and $80 for a cab to the airport and then back? I know, I'll just rent a car and drive to Detroit!"
Sidenote: I have done this drive several times and it's normally fine.
Thus, I rent a car and drive to Michigan. Lo and behold, the weekend I leave for Michigan the east coast gets covered in several fucking feet of snow. yay. So I leave for Michigan as DC and South Jersey call in the National Guard for help. Smart. Luckily, most of my drive is on I-80 and that was pretty free and clear of snow. Pretty clear. Not perfect but ok. Thus I make it to Michigan without a hitch.
"But Patriot, what about the return? What about your battle royale with Pennsylvania?" Shut up, I'm getting there.
So, I spend a Christmas week in Detroit with the family and have a very lovely and relaxing snow-free trip. Yay. And guess what? The day I leave to drive back to Detroit, the midwest gets pounded with the largest storm known to man. Upon leaving Detroit, there was about 3" of snow on the ground and plenty of the freshest stuff falling fast. I make it out of Michigan and Ohio almost without a problem. The salt trucks and plows were working hard. Thanks guys. And then came the 330 miles of PA that had to be driven. As soon as I hit the PA border, the snow began to fall harder, the sun disappeared somewhere around California and the salt trucks disappeared. So here I am, in a rented Toyota Camry*** driving through the damn Poconos with about 4" of snow on the Highway. ON THE HIGHWAY! I can't even see the lines for all the snow. I can barely see in front of me because of the falling snow. And guess what our lovely friends in PA don't believe in??? LIGHTS! FUCKING LIGHTS! it's almost 2010 Pennsylvania! Maybe it's time to start adding electricity and lights to your highway systems! So now I can't see the highway lines, can barely see in front of me and PA decides to let me navigate the windy path through the damn mountains without so much as a light or reflector anywhere. If it weren't for my TomTom, I'm pretty sure I would have driven off a damn cliff. And the worse part is, usually you can use oncoming traffic as an indicator as to where the road is, right? Oh no, not in PA. They have the oncoming traffic on the other side of the mountains. That way you get all the navigation fun you can handle. What should have taken me about 5 hours to drive through, took almost 9. Having to drive 30mph in the desolate darkness of a winter storm in Pennsylvania, made my 10 hour drive from Detroit to NYC a 14 hour ordeal, complete with stress and nerves. Woot!
So, long story short, Pennsylvania? We're fighting. I'ma cut you.
Moral of the story? Avoid Pennsylvania at all costs. Try Canada, they have lights.
*They owe me for saving their asses in Da Nang.
**Detroit what?!
***Boo Japanese cars. Shut up, I'm from Detroit.
For whatever reason, I always feel the need to write when I'm sad. This makes for a very depressing blog I think. Therefore, I am going to try and make a conscious effort to write when I'm happy as well. Or bored. Like now for instance. I'm bored. I just bought a new Blu-Ray DVD player and am impatiently waiting for it to download a new firmware update. Thus I saw the word 'firmware' and thought to myself, "Hey Patriot, you haven't been on SG in a while.". Ha. Ha.
So now I'm sitting here on SG popping Starburst while my TV behind me is slowly slowly slooooooowly showing progress on one of those uber sci-fi 3D looking progress bars. How much time do you think they spend making those progress bars on computers, phones, tvs, etc? Yep, that's why your new DVD player costs so much. They gotta pay the guy who spent 80 man hours to make a cool sci-fi looking 3D bar.
Ok, 3D bar topic = boring. It's time for an important topic: Starburst.
Like I said earlier, I'm popping Starburst like a little fatty over here (which is WONDERFUL, considering I'm diabetic*, haha) and I'm running into a problem I hope one of you genius minds can fix. THE FUCKING WRAPPERS TAKE FOREVER! Who glues these things? It would be so much easier to consume these things if they weren't wrapped! They should be like pez, no? Put em in a fat little canister that allows you to eat them without all the unwrapping. Now I know what you're thinking: "Why don't you get the Starburst Jelly Beans." I say, "Shut your facehole" Those things don't taste anything like real Starburst...posers.
Thus, I challenge each and every one of you: get a job working for Mars Inc and find a way to make a pez-like, wrapper-less dispenser for Starbursts.
I think it's time I stop writing when I'm bored. I'm sorry if you made it this far into this blog.
So now I'm sitting here on SG popping Starburst while my TV behind me is slowly slowly slooooooowly showing progress on one of those uber sci-fi 3D looking progress bars. How much time do you think they spend making those progress bars on computers, phones, tvs, etc? Yep, that's why your new DVD player costs so much. They gotta pay the guy who spent 80 man hours to make a cool sci-fi looking 3D bar.
Ok, 3D bar topic = boring. It's time for an important topic: Starburst.
Like I said earlier, I'm popping Starburst like a little fatty over here (which is WONDERFUL, considering I'm diabetic*, haha) and I'm running into a problem I hope one of you genius minds can fix. THE FUCKING WRAPPERS TAKE FOREVER! Who glues these things? It would be so much easier to consume these things if they weren't wrapped! They should be like pez, no? Put em in a fat little canister that allows you to eat them without all the unwrapping. Now I know what you're thinking: "Why don't you get the Starburst Jelly Beans." I say, "Shut your facehole" Those things don't taste anything like real Starburst...posers.
Thus, I challenge each and every one of you: get a job working for Mars Inc and find a way to make a pez-like, wrapper-less dispenser for Starbursts.
I think it's time I stop writing when I'm bored. I'm sorry if you made it this far into this blog.
*oh don't worry, I have an insulin pump...
(sigh)
Disaster strikes and I am not getting up quick this time. I've been collaborating with a friend for two years on a book series. It initially started with a basic short story we wanted to write out to get our creative sides working again. As we began to co-write it, it grew and grew and grew and before we knew it, we had an entire book on our hands, plus outlines and arcs for two sequels. So we sent it to her agent and he did the footwork, getting into the hands of as many people as possible.
Most recently, we got feedback from some of the biggies: Harper Collins, Scholastic, Walden, Amulet, etc. Some of it good, some of it saying certain parts need work. We were pumped. We started adjusting certain criticisms that we agreed with and then something even better happened. A friend of ours, whose father markets certain comic books and has a booth every year at San Diego-Con, got us a sweet connection to an editor. Yes, I just said sweet connection...eat it. Anyway, he arranged to have our book read by the top editor from Marvel Entertainment, who had volunteered to tell us what worked and what needs work.
We were jumping for joy and waiting, pens in hands. He just finished reading it and sang lots and lots of high praises. YAY! He then proceeded to tell us what needed adjusting. Luckily, we agreed with everything he said and started getting to work.
Until...
Just the other day, our agent sent us an email that pretty much crushed us. A book, due out in spring of 2010, pretty much mirrors 75%, if not more, of our book. It's actually disgustingly eerie how much this books synopsis mirrors ours. I'm not one to cry about the cards I'm dealt but this was a crushing blow. We've been working so hard on this (going to san diego comic con and talking with people and pushing the book and finding people to read it and submit it and buying webspace and...ugh...). It's just uncanny how similar this other book is. I'm hoping the synopsis is just worded to make it seem that way but there are so many similarities there, that it could almost be a synopsis for ours. What sucks even more is that, even if our book still gets picked up, it's always gonna be the one that came out second. Even if someone tomorrow, said, "yes, *** and ***, we'd love to publish your book" it would be at least 18 months before it was on shelves. AT LEAST.
So, we've become the VOLCANO to this DANTE'S PEAK. Sorry for the obscure 90's reference. I'm just ughhhh. Now we're gonna be that book that's "like that other book that came out first..."
Now I know there's a chance it might be terrible and actually be completely different than ours but, as of right now, it's devastating. I'm sure in the days to come, I'll stop weeping and start planning but for now, I just want to feel sorry for myself, ourselves.
Un-fucking-believable. I just...wanna sit in a corner in a ball and bawl.
Disaster strikes and I am not getting up quick this time. I've been collaborating with a friend for two years on a book series. It initially started with a basic short story we wanted to write out to get our creative sides working again. As we began to co-write it, it grew and grew and grew and before we knew it, we had an entire book on our hands, plus outlines and arcs for two sequels. So we sent it to her agent and he did the footwork, getting into the hands of as many people as possible.
Most recently, we got feedback from some of the biggies: Harper Collins, Scholastic, Walden, Amulet, etc. Some of it good, some of it saying certain parts need work. We were pumped. We started adjusting certain criticisms that we agreed with and then something even better happened. A friend of ours, whose father markets certain comic books and has a booth every year at San Diego-Con, got us a sweet connection to an editor. Yes, I just said sweet connection...eat it. Anyway, he arranged to have our book read by the top editor from Marvel Entertainment, who had volunteered to tell us what worked and what needs work.
We were jumping for joy and waiting, pens in hands. He just finished reading it and sang lots and lots of high praises. YAY! He then proceeded to tell us what needed adjusting. Luckily, we agreed with everything he said and started getting to work.
Until...
Just the other day, our agent sent us an email that pretty much crushed us. A book, due out in spring of 2010, pretty much mirrors 75%, if not more, of our book. It's actually disgustingly eerie how much this books synopsis mirrors ours. I'm not one to cry about the cards I'm dealt but this was a crushing blow. We've been working so hard on this (going to san diego comic con and talking with people and pushing the book and finding people to read it and submit it and buying webspace and...ugh...). It's just uncanny how similar this other book is. I'm hoping the synopsis is just worded to make it seem that way but there are so many similarities there, that it could almost be a synopsis for ours. What sucks even more is that, even if our book still gets picked up, it's always gonna be the one that came out second. Even if someone tomorrow, said, "yes, *** and ***, we'd love to publish your book" it would be at least 18 months before it was on shelves. AT LEAST.
So, we've become the VOLCANO to this DANTE'S PEAK. Sorry for the obscure 90's reference. I'm just ughhhh. Now we're gonna be that book that's "like that other book that came out first..."
Now I know there's a chance it might be terrible and actually be completely different than ours but, as of right now, it's devastating. I'm sure in the days to come, I'll stop weeping and start planning but for now, I just want to feel sorry for myself, ourselves.
Un-fucking-believable. I just...wanna sit in a corner in a ball and bawl.
