My department has decided that this year's Selfish Santa is going to be ALL BOOZE. Do I show up with a nice bottle of red wine that everyone will fight over, or go the other direction and introduce my co-workers to Fernet?
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Fernet!
eta: now I want to steal this idea for my office. All-booze Selfish Santa. And bring Fernet.
FERNET.
I know I should probably keep them completely separate for a few days but I'm going to wing this.
So you take my parents approach, eh? May you have as much success as I have with Pumpkin. There has been no Devi-stalkery since I got back, Pumpkin is still afraid of nothing, and watching her and Loki play is hilarious. Especially since she's actually more inclined to play than even he, which results in her attempting to jump on him and sliding off . He acts as if nothing happened, and she looks confused. I'm really amused and pleased with how he handles her.
ION, I keep wandering into the spare room and realizing I have no reason to be in there (it was where MK slept, and I'd check in on him a lot.) It's disorienting.
He may spent a lot of the last 2 years sleeping, but his absence is acutely noted.
The apartment isn't that big so they'll have to get used to each other. If I had a spare room or a bigger bathroom I might have tried keeping them separate but it just seemed more trouble than it's worth.
Any Buffista lawyers willing to write a threatening letter on my behalf? This mess with my short story has cost me a $350 paycheck, and if there's any chance of seeing some of that money I'd like to make the attempt, because I am alarmingly broke.
Holli, you're not an SFWA member yet, I assume?
I can't write a threatening letter on your behalf, but do you have the WhoIs information on the website? We can do some signal boosting to the SF community.
All it takes is one post from James Nicoll or Nick Mamatas to bring the wrath of the internets down on them.
I'm not yet, no-- only one qualifying sale under my belt, and I need three. I'm a little afraid to bad-mouth them too publicly before I make an attempt at recouping my lost income, but on the other hand maybe a lot of public bad press will make the guy answer my damn emails already.
(Oh, and the magazine is run by a Jay Faulkner, who lives in Northern Ireland and seems to have no trouble updating his Twitter, despite him seeming inability to answer email.)