Here's a story I'm going to "trunk" as Tobias Buckell would say. I've shopped it to a few magazines and gotten the kiss-off, and while it's got some good ideas that I'll probably recycle, I don't think the next version is going to look much like this one. It's time to move on. Enjoy it--and viciously critique it--with my compliments.
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Esma awoke to a med-bot injecting her with a max-level stimulant. Before she could respond, her stomach twisted into an agonizing cramp, and Esma found herself vomiting up the last remnants of a meal she finished some 50 light-years ago.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Why I want more shelves
Today's theme: Establishing a proper workplace, brought to you by Questionable Content.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tomorrow I'll be employed
For those keeping score at home, I'm rolling the dice on the really risky startup. It's totally an instinct thing, but we've got an outside shot of making something really kickass. I've had four meetings with the two head guys, and each one has gone better than the last, and they're listening to me.
They're listening. To me.
After years--years--of tilting at windmills trying to get people to take my ideas seriously, these two guys who've known me all of two weeks, who've spent maybe four hours in my presence, aren't just giving me the time of day, but backing my play. It could all blow up in face, but the sheer thrill of accomplishment, of not fighting the corporate inertia, is making me giddy. I've got a product--an idea--I'm passionate about, and I've got smart and capable people around me willing to try to make it happen. Hell frakkin' yeah.
Oh, and I'm getting to do the fun part of my old job on the side, too.
My wife, gods bless her, is backing me up on this--despite the fact that it will likely put off our buying a new house for a year, maybe longer. This is a sacrifice, and a risk, on her part too. Today is our eighth anniversary, and I've got the whole evening to make her feel as great as I do now. That's going to be a challenge, but I'm in a meet all challenges place right now.
Rock on.
They're listening. To me.
After years--years--of tilting at windmills trying to get people to take my ideas seriously, these two guys who've known me all of two weeks, who've spent maybe four hours in my presence, aren't just giving me the time of day, but backing my play. It could all blow up in face, but the sheer thrill of accomplishment, of not fighting the corporate inertia, is making me giddy. I've got a product--an idea--I'm passionate about, and I've got smart and capable people around me willing to try to make it happen. Hell frakkin' yeah.
Oh, and I'm getting to do the fun part of my old job on the side, too.
My wife, gods bless her, is backing me up on this--despite the fact that it will likely put off our buying a new house for a year, maybe longer. This is a sacrifice, and a risk, on her part too. Today is our eighth anniversary, and I've got the whole evening to make her feel as great as I do now. That's going to be a challenge, but I'm in a meet all challenges place right now.
Rock on.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
The slang of 2009...today!
Because I haven't stolen from Diesel Sweeties recently enough, and because you never need an excuse to pimp hipster robot webcomics and pixel t-shirts. Man, I'm going to be making up manifest vocabulary all day now.
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Monday, April 07, 2008
I was on the radio...here's proof
Back on April 5, I was on the TechTalk radio show out of WRLR 98.3 FM in Chicago as a guest Trivia Geek. I acquitted myself geekishly, I suppose. Judge for yourself by listening to the show. If you check it in the browser, you'll need some patience, as I don't show up until about halfway into the 1-hour show. If you're of an iTunes bent, click that link and fast forward to about the 26:15 mark and jump in on my...er...appearance. I meander around verbally for about 15 minutes, and finally sign off with a recycled trivia question. They might have me on again next week, so you'll get the answer then.
Don't be confused, Mike Kastler refers to me as "Jay Gorman," briefly, before correcting himself. I'm not THAT famous yet.
I'm not looking for kudos, as I can't stand reading myself, let alone hearing myself. The old inferiority complex/perfectionist streak just won't let go. Enjoy.
Don't be confused, Mike Kastler refers to me as "Jay Gorman," briefly, before correcting himself. I'm not THAT famous yet.
I'm not looking for kudos, as I can't stand reading myself, let alone hearing myself. The old inferiority complex/perfectionist streak just won't let go. Enjoy.
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