Thursday, June 07, 2007

The Sot Thickens Me

Item: Ack! Ack! No, it's not a hairball, it's just that this blog got a little dusty recently. I've been trying to get a bazillion things done and I have a bazillion more things to do. I've been working on a web development project to bring in some desperately needed funds and I've been working lots on my "Other Keys" project. Between the two, it leaves about five minutes per day for blogging.

All this is to apologize for the lack of posts recently. I intend to do better. I am going back to posting at least every other day, and hopefully it will be new stuff if I can scrape together the time to write it. But I'll work on it, promise.

And by golly I'm going to catch up on all your blogs in the next two days too. I've missed you.

Item: I added a couple links to the old Hulles blog: SteamyDreamer joins the blog list and I added a literary site, The Modern Word, to the links section 'cause I like the place lots. If you enjoy reading Gabriel Garcia Márquez check out the Macondo section.

Item: I added a filmography section to the Mythos and to the sidebar. This was done with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, but a couple people have actually asked me what Chasing Windmills episodes I was in. So there they are. It also gives me a place to store the links.

Ah, how I miss those heady days of stardom! The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd.... I guess I'll just have to settle back and write my memoirs and make up shit about how I had affairs with Angelina Jolie and Sharon Stone and Lindsay Lohan.

Item: Thank you to those who emailed me with concern about my blogging absence. I'm mostly okay, if a little grim around the edges from a lack of filthy lucre. Hence the work project.

Item: The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I actually considered writing a blog entry around it but I decided I'd just use it for this. The phrase came to me during a recent pub visit and had nothing to do with anything then either.

Item: If anyone is interested in doing graphics or peripheral writing related to my "Other Keys" project, just shoot me an email to the address in my profile. You don't get to find out anything about it until you do, though. I'd tell you here but then I'd have to bluescreen your laptop. It's under wraps until it's a little more polished.

And my friend, collaborator and partner-in-crime Visual Snark is the bombdiggity. Still. Again. If there's any suckage about "The Other Keys" it's certainly not going to be due to her remarkable CG efforts.

It's not going to be due to me, either. I plan on blaming you.

- Hulles

9 comments:

H said...

Welcome back! Finally. I thought you had died and I was going to be reading in the Pioneer Press that they had discovered your body, half-eaten by a cat named Mimi. Whew.

Hulles said...

Thanks, H! Good to be back. And Mimi would no doubt find me too stringy, so it's just as well that I'm not dead.

pj said...

It's about time.

What kind of graphics? Anything pj could handle??

H said...

I was going to ask you about the "peripheral writing," but I think I will send you an e-mail, as per the previously outlined protocol. I can play by the rules.

La Espia T. said...

Hulles! You're ALIVE! I suppose this means I will have to stop all sales of the "recently deceased" Hulles merchandise. Better this way, I'm off to Brazil! (In 14 days) :)

pj said...

So, H, you think I can't play by the rules??? I'm just too friggin lazy. Besides, Hulles owes me an email anyway.

xxoo to all
~pj

Anonymous said...

i was a mad girl and closed my blog again ... it's pointless linking to me.

"It's not going to be due to me, either. I plan on blaming you."

Oh, I love that line -- even if it reminds me of my boss on the days she doesn't bring the KY jelly in with her.

Anonymous said...

not a "mad" girl -- a bad girl...unless "mad" is to be read as "insane" -- then maybe i didn't say it wrong

Hulles said...

pj, H, you're both getting emails, thanks.

visualsnark, the link will go but the love remains...you bad girl. XO.