Hey,
Not sure you’ve been wondering how I got this webcomic started and the kind of work it entails, but if you’re interested, there’s an article by yours truly on WebcomicPlanet.com.
Unrelated to this, still no news of “Attitude,” though I now recall she was gone for a similar amount of time around the same date last year. She came back after a week, as I recall, so she might return to us soon.
Me, I’m just enjoying the vacation. The calm before the storm, as they say.
Jaycee
Okay, here’s a small recap of what’s been happening lately (this is for those of you just joining us): Continue reading “General Update About Everyone”
You’ve probably never heard of faeweave, which is probably normal if you’ve never run into faeries before. And even if you’ve met a faerie, that still wouldn’t be very surprising — it’s pretty scarce in general. Faeweave is a magical fabric made from white faerie hair. The thing is, faeries DON’T have white hair, unless they have a very erotic dream, in which case a single of their hair turns white and falls off. Continue reading “Fayweave and Urban Fashion”
Last night, I went to an office happy hour. Antony was there, as was his boyfriend (whom we’ll just call Officer Frank to preserve his anonymity). It was awkward.
See, Antony and I haven’t really had much of a chance to talk since the barbecue incident two weeks ago. We’re about 90 people or so at the company, so it’s possible to avoid someone if you time things right. I think both he and I kind of avoided each other. Anyway, at the happy hour, we sort of drifted within vicinity of each other, without really meaning to, and ended up sharing a long moment of silence (even if it was pretty loud in the bar). Antony broke the ice by introducing me to Frank. “You’ve met Frank, remember?” I couldn’t help my eyes, which darted down to his groin, then back up. (Look, IT WAS JUST A REFLEX! I’ve seen more of the guy than I meant to, and now it’s kind of etched in my mind.) I shook his hand, praying he hadn’t noticed. Continue reading “A Tale of Crotches and Man-Love…”
Hey all.
Only a short update today — I was hoping to talk to “Attitude” about what happened yesterday with Miss Reiss (or, more specifically, what DIDN’T happen), but there was no sign of her in my flat. I’m guessing she’s out on some party or something. She sometimes disappears days at a time, and really, I’m not going to complain. Continue reading “No Signs of Attitude”
Monday was Ms Reiss’s first official day as my boss. My initial reaction was to stay away from her as much as I could, and all day I did my best to keep her at bay. She asked to meet me in the afternoon so we’d have a chance to get to know each other. I stayed on the other side of her desk, and when I shook her hand, it was with my arm outstretched, my left side as far away from her as I could make it. Honestly, I can’t remember much of what she said. I think she wanted to make sure I was “on board with the change,” and she exposed me to her strategy to bring our department into the new age of modern communications. She didn’t come out and say it, but she seems to believe Craig had a very old-school approach to web-based media. I don’t entirely disagree with her, to be fair, but I still feel like I owe Craig — especially after that last crotch-grabbing incident. Continue reading “Miss Reiss and the Cursed Handshake”
I’ve been meaning to take a little break from the faerie-driven drama in my life and let all of you out there know about something regarding the strip and this site in general.
While we’ve been focusing on Sir Thane in the last few weeks, and will continue to do so for a while, he’s not the only character whose stories need telling. Bloomin’ Faeries! was always going to be the stories of multiple characters, not just one set. There’s going to be Robyn the Thief. There’s also Richard Witnutz (who’ll make a cameo in BF! at some point). And (upcoming) there’s Princess Heather. Once my (epic!) battle with WordPress’s membership access restrictions is resolved (with me standing triumphant over the software’s smoldering carcass), I’ll put up the roughs for some of the strips there. Continue reading “Switching Gears a Moment…”
Last night was the big date with Mandy. The so-called rehabilitated Mandy.
To be honest, I picked up the phone twice with the intent of cancelling the date. I had a few canned excuses ready to serve, like “I’m not feeling well (*coughcough*)” or “Sorry, I have a blog article to write to tell everybody how much of a bi-atch you were to me in the past.” In the end, though, I put the phone down because there was something in her tone of voice that sounded different from before. Also, I figured that the best way for me to deal with Mandy wasn’t to avoid her, but to see if I’d recovered enough to be around her without slipping and ending up inside her. (Don’t laugh! It happens, you know!) Continue reading “Black & White on a Saturday Night”
The title says “Return,” but don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything. My relationship with Mandy predates this blog. For you, it’s all new. For me, it’s old history I’d rather forget. I won’t get into the details, but suffice it to say, Mandy used to be my girlfriend, five years ago. That is, until the faerie entered my life and jinxed her. The pre-faerie Mandy was witty, educated, very social and curious about the world. The post-faerie Mandy, well… she’s a sexual predator. And she’s packing all the right equipment for the job, too. She’s cunning, malicious, very hot, and going to bed with her is like crack — instant addiction. Continue reading “The Return of Mandy”
I didn’t get a chance to write anything yesterday. It was a bit hectic at the office, with my boss Craig announcing his departure to other employees and introducing Morgan Reiss to all the staff.
When he said “veteran” of the business and mentioned she had something like a gadzillion years of experience, I thought he was talking about a woman in her late forties, early fifties. Turns out she’s in her mid-thirties. Much of her job experiences overlapped with each other, so the misunderstanding was normal. I guess a lot of people “pad up” their resumes that way. It’s not a strict lie, but it’s a bit misleading, if you ask me. Continue reading “The New Boss of Me”
Big change at the office today.
You probably don’t know this, but I work at a web publisher. My official title is Submissions Editor, which sounds a LOT better than what the actual job entails. It’s my job to go through piles of submitted articles, validate the content is acceptable for publication, get it rewritten (if necessary) or copy-edited, and forward it to the webmastering group once it’s ready. It’s not that different from a real publishing house, except the cycles are faster (no print times). More mistakes get through as a result. Continue reading “The Old Boss of Me”
Well. It looks like I made a big mistake yesterday. Justin’s curse didn’t affect him the way it was planned. More on that in a second.
You may recall the barbecue party incident from last week, and the resulting chaos that followed. Jennifer finally called me back to let me know she was all right (“I’m back to normal,” she said). She was very apologetic for her behavior at the party and couldn’t quite figure out what came over her (or why she got suddenly so “bloated in the chest,” as she put it). I never told her about the faerie, but after what she went through, I felt it was time to ‘fess up. So I suggested we hook up for brunch on Saturday morning, at a cool breakfast restaurant near her place. It’s a place where we’ve gone several times in the past, and we kind of have our favorite table, which the waitress always gives us when we come in. Continue reading “A “Deflective” Curse”
