I remember all the fuss when Alanis Morissette announced she was a gazillionaire and invited us to scan the credits for our names and wonder why it's not there.
And all she ever did wrong was sing about some things that were arguably non-ironic (please don't write in).
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Here’s my man Nick Harkaway surfacing from beneath his most obscure-ever pen name with a Prime fucking Video thriller series! Kill ‘em Truhen!
Alt: Alanis Morissette wearing a red jumper, sitting in a car, and singing, with the caption, "It's like rain on your wedding day". She's really going for it. I was briefly worried she wasn't looking at the road much, but that's beacuse I'm British and used to right hand drive. But anyway, she's a GAZILLIONAIRE, so she probably created some self-driving cars that aren't shit.
I've not spoken much about this, but I lost my job at the end of Jan and have since been "freelancing" somewhat precariously. I have a final round interview on Friday morning. Please send good vibes.
(the freelancing has been quite solid over the last few weeks, but still, I'd prefer a job)
Tissue box hamster is watching you masturbate.
I did a sensible cover for my translation of Paul D'Ivoi's Sergeant Simples and the French Colonies, despite wanting to illustrate it myself. As sales have been terrible anyway, I've gone back to Terrible Andrew illustrations!!! Coming soon, a new cover!
I was vaguely aware that a flypast was happening today, but it's always faintly disconcerting when the Red Arrows blast over your flat. I'll give it half an hour before I record my next audiobook chapter...
I don't think Doctor Who fandom takes enough joy in the fact that thanks to that smashed telly, it has its own variant on the old "But you fuck one sheep..." joke.
