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Outsource Wednesday, Oct. 6, 2010 - 12:05 a.m. I first met my husband John at a convention when I was eleven and he was twenty-two. Dad had taken me to one of those Star Trek events at Sacramento City College, and we purchased a tribble and a glossy photo from John and Randall Cooper's table. We put two and two together about about a year after we got married. Our nineteeth wedding anniversary is on October 12th. Some days, it's been a thousand years. Other days, it's brand new. But it's a good balance. --- Vanity press takes further advantage of the digital age. Barnes & Noble is launching a publishing service for people who aren't interested in traditional book-publishing channels. I sure hope there's a hell of a disclaimer. I'm of the understanding that publishing houses traditionally have research assistants to look at manuscripts to check for theft, but I guess these days all you have to have is the most fucktabular multi-page 'once we publish your work we own you and your descendants for two hundred years' contract in history. And -- I'm risking difficulties with certain fannish factions for laughing at the related Fark thread. But if we can't laugh at ourselves, then our lives are pretty sorry. --- Can somebody please explain why The Blair Witch Project is coming to Blu Ray? --- And here, flang at me in chat by Big D, is the reason we are forced to outsource our labor. Read it and weep for our future. Hey, at least that red ink isn't in my brother's handwriting!... --- Finally, -- New South Park tonight! --- That's it. Have a good Wednesday. ---
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