January 29, 2004


    So, just in case I haven't made it clear, I'm going all out with this Rising Pun thing. And not just by trying to get House of the Rising Pun on all my incoming postal mail, either.

    I bought a website. There won't be anything there for months, because I've only purchased the domain and no actual hosting or email or anything, but www.risingpun.com is now mine. Once it gets warmer*, I'll put some stuff on that site. Or at least point it here. After all, it's a cool domain, and I paid for it, so it should get some use.

    And the Rising Pun doesn't stop there. To segue into my glorious writing news, I have finally acquired a humor column in a local paper. And the title of this column? Land of the Rising Pun, of course! (This particular article won't make sense unless you know what other nonsense has been going on in the area). Alas, it appears that the column I wrote this week has somehow failed to make it into the paper. Which should be no surprise, as a friend of mine who works there informs me that they had a surfeit of articles and some of hers were being delayed as well. But I do expect it to be semi-regular, and help me spread word of the Rising Pun.

    Lest you think my silver writing lining have no cloud, let me hasten to assure you that I am very screwed on this book project I am working on. It began with a good idea-- "Write a book about odd groups". A pathetic pittance of money for the amount of work that might be required? No problem, I want to write a book. But, minor changes were made to the plan. I lost creative control and the ability to write long essays instead of short profiles. The number of groups I had to profile was doubled. And the already small amount of money I was set to be paid was reduced.

    But all that, while it was unwelcome, did not kill my enthusiasm. To do that, it took non-response. Yes, a large portion of the groups I spent months researching are not responding to the emails I've sent out. This displeases me. Especially since I need to interview a lot more of them very soon, and my editor is now writing me multiple times a week to ask for the profiles that I'm supposed to have dozens and dozens of in two weeks, and I have to meekly reply that I haven't heard back yet.

    So yes, if you know of any interesting groups and you're reading this within a few weeks of my writing it, please do email me and let me know.

    Meanwhilst, it's laundry time. The problem with laundry time is that much as I want to do all of my clothes at once, whatever I'm wearing then is destined to remain dirty for another few weeks. There are times when I do manage to avoid this, but not when:

  1. It's cold enough that I can still see my breath in my basement
  2. I have no curtains or anything covering my windows**

    Alas. Dirty clothes on my back aside, it's time to go make more clean ones.





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*This is temporally, not causally related. Mere coincidence. Actually, according to Hume, we should really be questioning more of the things we think are causally related because we don't have great evidence to prove that they aren't merely coincidence. I haven't done nearly enough philosophy (at least, discussion of famous philosophers or philosophical concepts) since I graduated from college as a philosophy major, but two weeks ago, a friend asked me for a rundown of various philosophies on human nature, and last week, a friend asked me for a rundown of Humean nature. So now I've got Hume on the brain. Which, if anyone from Niaterra is reading this, is partially what helped prompt my "Touch of Skepticism" post. Well, that and the fact that you're dealing with a CULT! Ahem.











**Because more than my breath would be seen. And I have nothing covering my windows at this point, because even the crucified T-shirts have been taken down to be washed.