here's a harrowing thought: a simpsons live-action movie.
once the simpsons finally goes off the air (not soon enough), it'll take a generation for it to sort of peter out, then some ass in hollywood's going to cast the spawn of freddy prinze jr. and sarah michelle gellar as bart.
it's going to happen. you know it.
with any hope, i'll be long dead. if not, i guess i'll just have to burn something down.
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after getting my latest round of corrections from my supervisor, where he:
(a) re-corrected passages that he had corrected in the first place, essentially restoring them to the way they were in the first place
(b) corrected certain passages and inserted rather substantial queries that he could have (and should have) been dealt with on, oh, the first or the second reading, maybe? yarrgh. frustrations...
...i put my foot down and gave him an ultimatum. this next version i send will be the final one, i told him. the one to be sent to the second reader. no more changes! if there is still something heinously wrong with it, he should have caught it sooner, i say. if i submit any later than 31 october, i'm out another $300, which, as you'll recall from a couple of posts back, i cannot afford.
he seems to have responded well to it, so it looks like, after this weekend, i'll be ready to send the damn thing to a second reader. then, a week later, i should have any last corrections done. then i submit, and with any hope, i'll never have to talk to anybody about fucking photonic fucking crystals fucking ever again!
some of my publishing friends are urging me to have a big party when i finish. i think they just want me to buy them booze and cook them food.
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i really really want to see team america. but i'm po'. also, i have no time.
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