I didn’t get a chance to write anything yesterday. It was a bit hectic at the office, with my boss Craig announcing his departure to other employees and introducing Morgan Reiss to all the staff.
When he said “veteran” of the business and mentioned she had something like a gadzillion years of experience, I thought he was talking about a woman in her late forties, early fifties. Turns out she’s in her mid-thirties. Much of her job experiences overlapped with each other, so the misunderstanding was normal. I guess a lot of people “pad up” their resumes that way. It’s not a strict lie, but it’s a bit misleading, if you ask me. Continue reading “The New Boss of Me”
Big change at the office today.
You probably don’t know this, but I work at a web publisher. My official title is Submissions Editor, which sounds a LOT better than what the actual job entails. It’s my job to go through piles of submitted articles, validate the content is acceptable for publication, get it rewritten (if necessary) or copy-edited, and forward it to the webmastering group once it’s ready. It’s not that different from a real publishing house, except the cycles are faster (no print times). More mistakes get through as a result. Continue reading “The Old Boss of Me”
Well. It looks like I made a big mistake yesterday. Justin’s curse didn’t affect him the way it was planned. More on that in a second.
You may recall the barbecue party incident from last week, and the resulting chaos that followed. Jennifer finally called me back to let me know she was all right (“I’m back to normal,” she said). She was very apologetic for her behavior at the party and couldn’t quite figure out what came over her (or why she got suddenly so “bloated in the chest,” as she put it). I never told her about the faerie, but after what she went through, I felt it was time to ‘fess up. So I suggested we hook up for brunch on Saturday morning, at a cool breakfast restaurant near her place. It’s a place where we’ve gone several times in the past, and we kind of have our favorite table, which the waitress always gives us when we come in. Continue reading “A “Deflective” Curse”
"My" Faerie... If Attitude was a faerie name, that's what we'd call her.
I realize I’ve been talking about “my” faerie for a while, but didn’t really describe her. I think it’s high time you all get a good look at her, in all her sexy and wicked glory. And since faeries are very elusives (you can’t “capture their image using crude, man-made scrying devices,” as mine says), all I can offer is a picture drawn by a pal of mine (Justin). Continue reading “Introducing “F””
On Sunday, with some personal friends and a few colleagues from work, we had a barbecue at my place. It was a disaster, of sorts.
My secret intention was to setup Jennifer (whom I’ve known for almost a decade, and who’s a little sister to me) with Antony, a colleague who’s a great guy and shouldn’t have been this single for this long (although it all makes sense NOW). I personally hate setups like these (when they happen to me; otherwise, they’re a blast to organize) and I didn’t want their first meeting to be awkward, so I went all out. Forty-or-so people, tons of meat and munchies, booze, loud music, decorations — the works. Continue reading “Faerie Dust and Meat Burgers”
The other night, I was out for drinks with a bunch of friends and other folks from the office. I normally avoid the topic of faeries in public, but seeing as I was pretty drunk by the end of the night, I got careless. One guy I didn’t know (we’ll call him Richard) got me talking about where faeries actually live. He says it’s in order to better avoid them, but I suspect he’s going to try capturing one. I think it’s a terrible idea, but perhaps if I disclose what I know to the rest of you, you’ll be smart and use that info to avoid running into faeries. If you think of them as poison ivy or venomous vipers, you’ve got the right idea. Tiny vipers with boobs that will give you itches in all the wrong places. Continue reading “The Ecology of Faeries (Sorta)”
So we have a rather clueless knight named Sir Thane. And we have his talking horse named Gustav. And now, we have a malicious faerie out for payback. Don’t ask what her name is, we won’t tell.
It isn’t that I don’t want to. I do. But she won’t tell me what her true name is. We’ve had several conversations, and some of the tales we’ll be weaving here are direct retellings (with some slight censorship to protect the innocent) of the tales she’s confided in me. Unfortunately, knowing the name of a faerie gives the listener absolute power over her, or something like that. She wouldn’t tell me EVEN that. Continue reading “Naming Conventions”
It probably won’t surprise anyone to learn there’s a pecking order among faeries. While they live and operate alone, they do socialize with each other and aggregate according to rules that aren’t unlike those of High School cheerleaders. (Come to think of it, faeries are a LOT like cheerleaders. The teasing… the mocking… the nasty pranks. They’re like tiny Heathers.) Continue reading “Treasure Chests”
It may not surprise you to learn that I’ve been interacting with faeries for a good while now. Some of the tales you’ll be reading about here are inspired by some of my own misadventures. I am not really like Sir Thane, though looking back on the mistakes I’ve made, I certainly regard my younger self as pretty goofy. Today, I feel more like Gustav — the guy who has hindsight, who has 20/20 vision, and who knows better. Just like him, I’ve learned what it means to mess with faeries, and I now give them a wide berth. Ah, the wisdom of years… Continue reading “So, What’s YOUR Story?”
Once upon a time, there was Tinkerbell…
Tinkerbell wasn’t the smartest or most wicked of faeries, and that was her problem. There wasn’t a trace of malice and mischief within her. (She also didn’t have much in the chest area, but as you’ll eventually discover, that’s not unrelated to the previous statement.) At any rate, while she didn’t have what it took to be an even moderately successful faerie, she was resourceful and clever. She realized (eventually) that her best assets were her family appeal and kid-friendliness, and so she did what any of us with those qualities would do… Continue reading “A Word About Faeries”
I’m really thrilled to be moving to ComicPress to publish this webcomic. After spending a few weeks considering alternate solutions, this turned out to be the smartest one. Guess I should have done some homeworks before starting the comic, but RR and I had been working on it so long, I just felt it was time to make the move. I figured (rightly so, it turns out) that once it was out there, I’d feel more motivated to do some proper research on webmastering.
Hope you enjoy the results. Stay tuned, this is only going to get better.
Jaycee
