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Back to Work

Some nitwit idiot reporter emailed me at my real-name email address to ask me about something in this diary. He must have spent a good bit of time doing the research to connect the two identities.

What the fuck did he possibly think would happen? Like I'm going to volunteer this shit? What a fucking retard. Naturally I immediately locked this up and I'm not going to respond to his email. Furthermore, he and his newspaper are now on my bad list. I won't work with them on anything at all in the future.

I don't know how long this will have to stay on lock-down. A few weeks? Forever? I just don't know. I might need to move over to a new user name and a new diary. This would be the second time I've done that. My previous diary (which is still here, though passworded) goes back to something like 2001.

What a fucking moron.

Anyway, back to work today. Though I accidentally slept until 1 pm. Oops.

The TV show I appeared on went live today so I've been dealing with all of the promotional shit that I have to do on these days when a big article or TV appearance runs. A blog entry that is accessible to new readers; FB, Twitter and G00gle + updates. Etc. etc. I was sort of blindsided by this today and didn't get to do any of the shit that I actually intended to do. Like talking to my book editor or working on the anthology I seem to be in charge of. Or figuring how the fuck I'm going to make ends meet for the rest of this month.

Helenah sent me naked, slightly porny pictures of herself today, which was nice. That brightened my shit right up. More people should send me naked pictures.

Then I found out about a dinner at the B@ltimore Aqu@rium serving inv@sive species later this month and I emailed the chef in a shameless attempt to get a speaking gig in exchange for a couple of free tickets. The tickets are usually $90 a pop and I cannot possibly afford that right now, plus gas to drive there and back. And parking. But they should just give me a couple of tickets for free and I can speak during the dinner, which makes sense because I literally invented the whole culinary/environmental movement of systematically eating inv@sive species and traveled all around the US and the Caribbean for over a year doing it. There is literally no person in the world more qualified to speak at this dinner.

6:44 p.m. - 2012-01-02

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