Saturday, I got together with Meghan. We had already agreed that it should be “just for coffee,” both acknowledging that it would give us an excuse to bail if the date went bad.
I’ll skip over that particular part. It went great. We got along just fine, and that wasn’t much of a surprise. She’s a professional photographer as well as a makeup artist for TV or movies (when there’s work). She’s American, but she spent several years in Melbourne, Australia — probably where she got some of her no-nonsense attitude — and she speaks three languages (English, Spanish, and some German).
We left the coffee shop after two hours, then went up the mountain for some sightseeing. The view was great (and I’m not JUST talking about the landscape, folks). She pulled out a bottle of hard liquor from her backpack (whiskey or rum, or something like that), and had a few drinks. Then, I suggested we hunt down the couples making out in the bushes to photograph them in the act.
Folks, some people take their lovemaking pretty seriously. At any rate, the guy in the fourth couple got so upset that he gave us chase and even threw rocks at us. He had lousy aim, but we decided not to stick around and raced away.
Meg and I had a good enough time that we decided to spend the night together at my place. We dined. We watched some old movies (Vincent Prince’s “Last Man on Earth” and “Show Boat”). Then I’m not too sure what took over the both of us, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I don’t think I’ve gotten this excited about someone in such a long time.
I think we both passed out around 4:30 AM.
When I woke up, around noon, she was gone. There was a thank you note (no details, sorry — it’s PERSONAL) and some reference to “next time.”
Lucky me. š
Jaycee
To all those who have tried subscribing in the past (all two of you???), I must offer my most abject apologies.
To be frank (as in, the quality, not as in “Officer Frank”), I’m a bit new at this whole webmastering thing. You’d think that with working in an office that does this for a living, I’d be better at it, right? But the fact is, I’m not doing this with the full knowledge of my colleagues, so I can’t really ask for help on the technical side. So in the end, I’m left fending for myself, and setting some things up sometimes isn’t quite as easy as some folks make it sound like in their plugin description. “Three clicks and you’re done,” they say.
Yeah. At the rate of one relevant click every three days or so.
The good news is that I’ve finally got it working and successfully ran a test myself (something I wasn’t quite able to do in the past). I also have to congratulate Jack K. for being the first one to register. I’m saying this publicly because his faeries (“the girls,” as he calls them) were all cheering at the thought of “being #1” and (at last) returned his wallet (which, at that point, was no longer of any value). I figure, since it’s my fault there were technical difficulties in his subscription, I should tell everyone in public (especially his “roomies”) that he’s NOT to blame, and that they shouldn’t take it out on HIM.
(Note, little ladies, that this is no invitation to take it out on me either. Why don’t you go pester the folks at paypal or s2Member instead?)
And on this note, it’s time for me to catch some Z’s.
(Oh, and yeah, I got together with my new chick-friend yesterday. We did the coffee thing, then a walk on the mountain, and a whole lotta stuff. Her name’s Meghan, and she’s REALLY sharp. We got into some trouble, too, but that’s a story for later.)
Cheers!
Jaycee
Whoah. Big night out. I just came in — going to work’s going to be a PAIN tomorrow (in a few hours, really), but it was all worth it. I’m still a bit hammered from the night out with Brooke and Barrett, but with no faerie in sight, how could I NOT go out and enjoy myself a little, right?
It’s VERY liberating when you can be yourself, without walking on egg shells, afraid that something is about to go wrong, and you’re going to end up embarassing yourself in public. I don’t think I’ve had this kind of game in years, really. Plus, it helps that B&B are great wingmen. The three of us, we got some killer pickup routines (like the “Fireman’s Carrot” and the “Blues Juice,” to name just a few) that pretty much never fail. It doesn’t matter that I’m 8 years older that most of my targets (or maybe that’s why it works, I dunno).
Anyway, I guess I’m rambling. I’m still a little drunk. Bottom line: I met this very cool chick. Photographer, biker, very hip and all. She’s not shy, not one bit. She walked up to the bar where I was picking up another girl, grabbed me by the shoulder, took a picture of me without asking, signaled for the bartender to give me a drink, and just turned her back to me. The bartender handed me the drink and a napkin with a phone number on it. I called her — she picked up. Standing next to each other, we had one of the wittiest and most fun conversations I’ve had in years. Instant chemistry. It felt like we’d known each other for years.
We had to cut the call when the place closed up. We’re getting together this weekend. I’ll tell you how it went later.
Jaycee
…then you are not Jaycee. I’ve glam’d up my messages here so they are invisible to him. I don’t want him to know I’m back.
So, as you can see, I
AM back. This was FaerieCon CLXII. This year, it was set in Venice, cerca 1133. We had the most amazing time. People there and then were most libidinous, so it was rather a challenge to embarass them. Attendance was up — around sixty-five showed up.
Continue reading “If You Can Read This…”
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 beĀ aroundĀ her without slipping and ending upĀ insideĀ her. (Don’t laugh! It happens, you know!)
Continue reading “Black & White on a Saturday Night”
