I’m getting much closer to figuring out the epub and mobi conversions for my beautiful magazine layouts. Turns out, I just have to make 2 different versions of each issue so the epub and mobi will look as awesome (though different) than the pdf. It would be nice if pdfs were easier to read on Kindles and stuff. Personally, I find them difficult to read on mine. The letters are so tiny.
“I’ll be fine. Besides, if I get raped it’ll be my fault for what I’m wearing.” Mark Wahlberg as John Bennet in ‘Ted’
Ted is a hilarious movie. I enjoy it more every time I watch.
I have lost my baking mojo. The last few things I made from scratch have not turned out. I tried to make another batch of butterscotch blondies and they tasted ghastlier than a thousand ghouls. I literally threw away an entire pan of brownies. They were seriously inedible.
For the party, I’m using box mixes until I can figure out how to get my baking mojo back.
Oh yeah, my annual party is this coming Saturday–November 23rd.
I’m hoping that people just aren’t RSVPing, because very few people have and I’m never prepared for the possibility that people don’t enjoy my company.
I’m awesome, right? RIGHT?!?
Anyway, I invited the usual ton of people. It’s open-house style, so peeps will most likely be wandering in and out from 6pm until 2am or so.
I’m making a chocolate hazelnut cheesecake trifle, and a big thing of queso dip. Plus I imagine people will bring a few things.
Finished MaddAddam, which is the 3rd in a trilogy by the great Margaret Atwood. God damn, that chick is brilliant. Such elegant writing, it’s almost unworthy of some of the characters. Fuck those Painballers, seriously. It didn’t end as tragically as I expected, but after reading GRRM, if a single person lives or doesn’t get tortured, it seems happy and/or hopeful.
I decided today that if I could be anyone else for one day, I would be Queen Latifah. Because, duh.
WayWard Manor has been pushed back until March 2014 because they just got a whole bunch more of money. I’m stoked to give it a whirl. H says he’s gonna play it with me.