June
16, 2004
How sexy am I? I just made my first sales on Ebay. Within only a couple
hours of posting my very first auctions, I sold all four of my Tampa
KISS tickets. Don't cry for me, KISS Army. I got better tickets for
the West Palm show.
How sexy am I? I just corrected egregious design errors that have existed for many months on the front page of my website. Since I have the cool KISS font on my computer, which prints in all caps, I could see everything the way I liked it (sort of my own rose colored website). UnforTUNaTely, ThE resT of THe woRLd saW Sh** liKe THiS. I'm not feeling very sexy now. How embarrassing.
But wait! I'm getting Ben Wallace arms. And I have a new pulldown menu of links on my front page. I'm too sexy for this website.
June
17, 2004
Here is a typical conversation when dealing with copyright people:
Me: Hello! I'm being as perky and polite as I can possibly be and I wondered if you could help direct me to someone in charge of song lyric permissions.
Publisher: You have to call the licensing company.
Me (Still trying to be perky): But the licensing company insisted that I call you.
Publisher: It is my job to confuse you as much as possible until you demand that I do what I'm supposed to be doing. By the way, that perky sh*t doesn't work with us. It just makes us meaner.
Me: I see. Is there anything I can do to make things easier for you?
Publisher: And lose my martyr status? You're just pissing me off now.
Me: Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Publisher: See, now you're being perky again. We're getting nowhere.
And so on.
They won't defeat me.
Last week at karaoke, I broke with my normal practice of not performing KISS. Tonight also had a little kiss.
June
18, 2004
I'm not sure I accomplished much with my book today, but I did teach
MattyWeav and Joe
the words to "God Gave Rock & Roll to You" on the way
to mini golf tonight.
My artist friend Jeff is reading my book to get a feel for the tone and plot. I dread having men read it, but I have to just suck it up. He's gotten through about 1/3 of it and he's already given me some good feedback.
I've neglected Gym two nights in a row. I think I need to do give him some quality time tomorrow.
June
19, 2004
Paul Stanley
made me an amazing lasagna tonight and I spent some time with Gym. I
was supposed to be seducing another man. That's right. I'm working on
a letter to a certain former
KISS lead guitarist to see if he will write a testimonial blurb
for my book. It's now 1:00 a.m. and I finally wrote (at least most of)
the request. Of course the procrastination is just a result of nervousness.
A contribution from Bruce would mean a lot to me. In the meantime, my
procrastination has resulted in a cleaner condo. I love when domestic
duties seem like an appealing option.
June
20, 2004
I'm getting nowhere fast with my Bruce
Kulick letter. I'm struggling to write a short synopsis of my book
conflict and it just sounds corny as hell. It's not at all fitting for
a rock superstar. Yet.
Luckily, Artist Jeff just sent me editorial notes. It's awesome! I love overachievers who are on my team. Gym, on the other hand, seems to have been stealing from me. The police tell me I can't report a missing cup size, but I want justice. Paul Stanley is going to have to start fattening up his recipes. I want Ben Wallace arms AND cleavage.
This Father's Day, I'm pretty sure I can't write anything better than I did last year. I think I'm going to see my pop on July 4.
June
21, 2004
Bruce Kulick has
the night off from my consciousness. I have to give a 4-minute introductory
speech tomorrow for the Toastmasters group I just joined. I'm nervous.
I don't know why. At my first meeting, the facilitator explained that
a grammarian would be chosen at each meeting to catch people's errors.
Then she said, "Is there any questions?" I'm not kidding.
If nothing else, this is an opportunity for me to shamelessly promote
the glorious empire known as KISSfiction.
June 22, 2004
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Who's the best speaker? Who? Who? Yeah, you got that right, suckers. Now, it's back to work on my book. Oh, but first I talked to Batlord. Back when we met (I'd tell you the year, but since we both lie about our ages now, let's not get stuck on details), we'd talk about our dreams of the future. "I'm going to be a big-time college administrator," I'd sigh. "I'm going to be a rock star," he'd say. Now I'm a college administrator and the best speaker in, what, the world? He almost flew on KISS's airplane on Saturday night. Now, I have to get to work on my manuscript. I thought my editing was going to be easy, but I seem to be stuck. Who else can I call? (continue) |