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”
I realize I’ve been talking about “my” faerie for a while, but didn’t really describe her. I think it’s high time you all get a good look at her, in all her sexy and wicked glory. And since faeries are very elusives (you can’t “capture their image using crude, man-made scrying devices,” as mine says), all I can offer is a picture drawn by a pal of mine (Justin). Continue reading “Introducing “F””
On Sunday, with some personal friends and a few colleagues from work, we had a barbecue at my place. It was a disaster, of sorts.
My secret intention was to setup Jennifer (whom I’ve known for almost a decade, and who’s a little sister to me) with Antony, a colleague who’s a great guy and shouldn’t have been this single for this long (although it all makes sense NOW). I personally hate setups like these (when they happen to me; otherwise, they’re a blast to organize) and I didn’t want their first meeting to be awkward, so I went all out. Forty-or-so people, tons of meat and munchies, booze, loud music, decorations — the works. Continue reading “Faerie Dust and Meat Burgers”
The other night, I was out for drinks with a bunch of friends and other folks from the office. I normally avoid the topic of faeries in public, but seeing as I was pretty drunk by the end of the night, I got careless. One guy I didn’t know (we’ll call him Richard) got me talking about where faeries actually live. He says it’s in order to better avoid them, but I suspect he’s going to try capturing one. I think it’s a terrible idea, but perhaps if I disclose what I know to the rest of you, you’ll be smart and use that info to avoid running into faeries. If you think of them as poison ivy or venomous vipers, you’ve got the right idea. Tiny vipers with boobs that will give you itches in all the wrong places. Continue reading “The Ecology of Faeries (Sorta)”
So we have a rather clueless knight named Sir Thane. And we have his talking horse named Gustav. And now, we have a malicious faerie out for payback. Don’t ask what her name is, we won’t tell.
It isn’t that I don’t want to. I do. But she won’t tell me what her true name is. We’ve had several conversations, and some of the tales we’ll be weaving here are direct retellings (with some slight censorship to protect the innocent) of the tales she’s confided in me. Unfortunately, knowing the name of a faerie gives the listener absolute power over her, or something like that. She wouldn’t tell me EVEN that. Continue reading “Naming Conventions”
