Werewolves and Titters
Dec. 30th, 2011 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferineAllow me to wax a bit on the recent past, since 2011 is officially winding down.
Just before Halloween I came dizzyingly close to a rather expensive impulse buy. Every year before Halloween the boys and I haunt a local year-round party store called FUN Services. It's a huge building built to look like a castle constructed of gray stones. Great fiberglass dragon sculptures grace the rooftops and one perches near the parking lot. This year they were sporting a new Halloween prop for sale, a werewolf dubbed "Heavy Metal Wolf". It stood perhaps 6 ft. tall, and seemed nicely made at first glance: Digitigrade, fur hand applied, glass eyes, lots of attention given to make the muzzle, teeth, feet, and hands appear real. The sunglasses were a cheesy addition, as was the flimsy rubber mat cut into a guitar shape it brandished. It was on sale for $295. If the gut was padded, I might've snapped and picked it up. As it was, though, it was gaunt for lack of pillows to stuff it's torso with. It would have been impressive fully done up; it's a shame the store faculty didn't present it better. If< it's there again next year, I'm going to inspect it closer and ask the workers about it. If I'm satisfied with the structural integrity of the beast, I'll ask if they'll sell it to me without the sunglasses and the chintzy "guitar".
And now for the titters... well, alright, the full-on guffaws. But first, a caveat: I am not a prolific writer, nor do I send submissions to every venue in existence. I try to admire those who are and do regardless of talent or skill, because at least they're pursuing a dream and trying. To sum it up, it's not my place to poo poo a publishing house, or to chuckle at the glaring lack of proof-reading or editorial skills of the contributors in a given anthology from said publishing company. Remember, here I am, pushing 40, disabled as f-ck and living with my parents--I.E., a sad lonely old nerd that hasn't been published in ages. *Laughs*
That said, let me also state that my tittering is actually good-natured, and I mean the publishing house and its contributors no ill will. They serve an audience and seem to be thriving, so good on them.
Ack, 'tis bedtime. Will finish this on Sunday. Yee-hah!
Just before Halloween I came dizzyingly close to a rather expensive impulse buy. Every year before Halloween the boys and I haunt a local year-round party store called FUN Services. It's a huge building built to look like a castle constructed of gray stones. Great fiberglass dragon sculptures grace the rooftops and one perches near the parking lot. This year they were sporting a new Halloween prop for sale, a werewolf dubbed "Heavy Metal Wolf". It stood perhaps 6 ft. tall, and seemed nicely made at first glance: Digitigrade, fur hand applied, glass eyes, lots of attention given to make the muzzle, teeth, feet, and hands appear real. The sunglasses were a cheesy addition, as was the flimsy rubber mat cut into a guitar shape it brandished. It was on sale for $295. If the gut was padded, I might've snapped and picked it up. As it was, though, it was gaunt for lack of pillows to stuff it's torso with. It would have been impressive fully done up; it's a shame the store faculty didn't present it better. If< it's there again next year, I'm going to inspect it closer and ask the workers about it. If I'm satisfied with the structural integrity of the beast, I'll ask if they'll sell it to me without the sunglasses and the chintzy "guitar".
And now for the titters... well, alright, the full-on guffaws. But first, a caveat: I am not a prolific writer, nor do I send submissions to every venue in existence. I try to admire those who are and do regardless of talent or skill, because at least they're pursuing a dream and trying. To sum it up, it's not my place to poo poo a publishing house, or to chuckle at the glaring lack of proof-reading or editorial skills of the contributors in a given anthology from said publishing company. Remember, here I am, pushing 40, disabled as f-ck and living with my parents--I.E., a sad lonely old nerd that hasn't been published in ages. *Laughs*
That said, let me also state that my tittering is actually good-natured, and I mean the publishing house and its contributors no ill will. They serve an audience and seem to be thriving, so good on them.
Ack, 'tis bedtime. Will finish this on Sunday. Yee-hah!
