DemonGoddess

2016, how I hate you. Several days ago, we were watching a modern take on A Christmas Carol, and checked to make sure Liz Smith was still alive as she has been in three versions of that story. Today, when I was showing my mother how to use the voice activated google search on her phone, she asked it first about Liz Smith, since we already knew she was all right (or so we thought).
RIP Liz Smith, who died on Christmas Eve.
Seriously, I can’t even… *sighs*

Aaaaaaand RIP Debbie Reynolds.  Wonder who it’ll be tomorrow.

2016 NEEDS to end!  RIP Carrie Fischer

2016 NEEDS to end!  RIP Carrie Fischer

COUPLE OF KIDS LAST WEEK AT WORK: We’ve never heard of BlackAdder. What is it?

KID AT WORK TODAY: I didn’t know who George Michael was until I saw the news this morning.

Clearly, these kids live on a different planet to the one I inhabit.

From my family to your, the brightest blessings of this holiday season, and all the best in 2017!
 

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

It’s definitely Christmas now…
*sings along to ‘A Spaceman Came Travelling’*
You can sing this even if you’re an atheist.

It is nice to be able to see again after going almost 3 weeks of having to rely on a 6 year old persecution that gave me a max of 18 inch radius of viability. Now to get back to tackling the css and other code bits for the mobile friendly skin.

My christmas gift shopping is now completely done! Down to a silly bobble hat for the dog, and a collar with bells on for the greyhound. Next week: Food, Glorious Food!

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

Gifts wrapped this evening = 1
Gifts waiting to be wrapped = [in the style of Edward Woodward in The Wicker Man]: Oh, Jesus Christ… Jesus…. Jesus Christ… [WAILS IN TERROR AND DESPAIR]
Total Gifts wrapped = 1
 

I seem to have embarked upon cross stitching. If anyone would like a christmas card with a little cross stich picture on it of a robin, a snowflake, a reindeer or some such silliness, please pm me.

There is no mead in the mead shop. Not a single drop. Not until after Christmas, anyway. In desperation, I walked into the ASDA earlier to ask if they sold it. They’d obviously never heard the word before in their lives, and insisted on pronouncing it as: “Meeeeeed…?” That is what I call a wasted youth, and *waggles finger* it’s a sign of just what has gone wrong with this country since the time of King Arthur.
Let’s make Britain great again. Let’s make mead! We could employ at least… ten people! And thousands and thousands of bees. That will give the bees work to do, and stop them from dying all over the place from worklessness. We have lots of bees, all doing nothing for most of the year. Hiding in their homes with the curtains drawn while the rest of us go out to work in the morning.
We all know China is making cheap mead on the side, flooding the market with it. That was a fantastic day… but anyway! We will install a giant net over the UK, keeping our bees safe, and foreign bees out!
/satire
Tip! To make this parody for yourself, mix equal parts Donald Trump and Iain Duncan Smith. Full recipe details can be found on any mainstream news outlet.
 
Oh, but sadly I wasn't kidding about the mead

As much as it pains me to ask this, if you’ve purchased books from Torquere Press, please don’t. They’ve stopped paying authors, editors, and cover artists. While we’re all trying to get our rights reverted back to us, our books are still listed for sale on Amazon, Torquere, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Google Play Books, and All Romance, to name a few. Check before you buy: if the publisher is Torquere, please don’t buy. We won’t get paid.

Writer Beware post

We’re finally, FINALLY getting some new hires in which show promise.  Maybe, just MAYBE, we (mgr and I) can start normalizing our work weeks.

We’re finally, FINALLY getting some new hires in which show promise.  Maybe, just MAYBE, we (mgr and I) can start normalizing our work weeks.

2016 is not done with us yet. Goodbye, Andrew Sachs, and thank you for making me laugh.
“I know nothing!”

Advantages to online xmas shopping: Done in an hour, easy, get stuff for cheaper than out in town, get stuff you couldn’t get in town.
Disadvantages: The delivery. I’m waiting for around thirty items, but today, if I’m lucky, the postman will deliver one or two of them at best. Also, I went back to bed at 8:15 am, then got an email at 8:26 which I didn’t read, advising me a driver would turn up between 9:25 and 10:25. Seriously!? I woke up at 9:45 to find an annoying card. They didn’t even manage to wake the dog up. They must have tiptoed to my door… *growls*
Right now I officially hate Christmas. And I was doing so well this year.
I can’t help imagining how much worse Scrooge would have become if he’d woken up on Christmas day morning to find cards from the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future saying: “We’re sorry we missed you!”

So, just signed a contract for Loving Sarajevo! I’m pretty excited and really looking forward to the end of 2016 because 2017 is going to be awesome. The tentative release date for Falling for Him is April 2, mark your calendars!

I’ve been trying to write Elrond/Celebrian all day, despite frequent interruptions, and I have to say, while she is a dreadful tease, he can really tie her in knots with words when he puts his mind to it… Surprised me when I started noticing it, but then I suppose it makes sense, him being such a diplomat and all.
Yes, this means I am writing heterosexual romance… hold the press.
It also means I have broken into your box and eaten your chocolates, CL… I was writing het, I was desperate. I will get you some more