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Nov. 3rd, 2002 01:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7blah.
just handed out a bunch of flyers at a concert. so silly.
lots of 14-year-olds respond to the words "Dashboard Confessional" with shrill screams. Hurt my head. Ow.
Big burly guys were like 'ew, dashboard confessional?' but were immediately mollified when i handed them flyers for the upcoming Arenacross event I have to promote.
So, two types of people like Good Charlotte (the concert I was at), is what I've concluded.
If only I'd known what the band members looked like, I could have gotten their autographs. They came out the door and said want us to sign stuff? I looked at them blankly. OK, we'll be in the back, if anybody is still here... and they wandered off. Oh, I realized. That was Good Charlotte.
Good to know.
By the way, it's snowing. And hard.
Roads are not too bad though. Pretty shiny snow.
Yawn.
I'm so damn sleepy... and I didn't hand out all those stupid fliers. There are still more. Rrgh. They gave me like 4,000. Now, Saratoga Winners is where the event was. I hit every car in the parking lot with both fliers I had, and then stood in the door for an hour and a half and handed out one or two to every person who came out. So I estimate I got about 1/4 of the people in there twice. And I still have 2/3 of the fliers I was given left.
The venue was packed. Sold-out crowd.
Now, they could devote all that market research to determine that the audience for Good Charlotte overlapped the audience for Dashboard Confessional enough to warrant sending me there with fliers, but they couldn't do the simple step of finding out how big the venue was? I mean... jeez, man. I have enough left to wallpaper my parents' bathroom and have some left for toilet paper. Sheesh.
I guess when I'm leafletting for the ArenaCross thing tomorrow I'll just throw the rest of the Dashboard Confessional fliers in there too. *shrug* why not?
I got soaking wet in the snow, trudging around the parking lot. Icky.
Sigh.
Anyhow, I'm nearly at 20,000 words. I think I'll try to get my total above 20,000 before I go to bed. I'm really psyched; I'm like 5th in the word count standings, and the one who's 1st claims to have 100,000 words and some change, but has no other information offered. The person who's 2nd, with 48,000, freely admits in his profile that he started the novel two years ago. So, I'm feeling pretty good, given that I only had about 5,000 words in notes, and I'm not using much of the plot from those. I've been really, really productive!
And you know what my secret is?
I was supposed to be doing something else. That, my friends, is the only thing that will get me to write.
Oh man, I'm sleepy. Maybe I'll have to get to 20,000 tomorrow.
In the meantime, look at my previous entry, try out the jared program zobar wrote, and send him emails telling him how much you love it. He's worked pretty hard on that thing. He's a clever boy. But I insist that I don't have a dork fetish. I swear that is not the root of my attraction to him. No, he won my heart when he composed me that song to the tune of O Come All Ye Faithful, beginning with the line Word To Your Mother. That's not geeky at all.
oh, shit. I have a dork fetish.
But at least I have good taste in dorks.
just handed out a bunch of flyers at a concert. so silly.
lots of 14-year-olds respond to the words "Dashboard Confessional" with shrill screams. Hurt my head. Ow.
Big burly guys were like 'ew, dashboard confessional?' but were immediately mollified when i handed them flyers for the upcoming Arenacross event I have to promote.
So, two types of people like Good Charlotte (the concert I was at), is what I've concluded.
If only I'd known what the band members looked like, I could have gotten their autographs. They came out the door and said want us to sign stuff? I looked at them blankly. OK, we'll be in the back, if anybody is still here... and they wandered off. Oh, I realized. That was Good Charlotte.
Good to know.
By the way, it's snowing. And hard.
Roads are not too bad though. Pretty shiny snow.
Yawn.
I'm so damn sleepy... and I didn't hand out all those stupid fliers. There are still more. Rrgh. They gave me like 4,000. Now, Saratoga Winners is where the event was. I hit every car in the parking lot with both fliers I had, and then stood in the door for an hour and a half and handed out one or two to every person who came out. So I estimate I got about 1/4 of the people in there twice. And I still have 2/3 of the fliers I was given left.
The venue was packed. Sold-out crowd.
Now, they could devote all that market research to determine that the audience for Good Charlotte overlapped the audience for Dashboard Confessional enough to warrant sending me there with fliers, but they couldn't do the simple step of finding out how big the venue was? I mean... jeez, man. I have enough left to wallpaper my parents' bathroom and have some left for toilet paper. Sheesh.
I guess when I'm leafletting for the ArenaCross thing tomorrow I'll just throw the rest of the Dashboard Confessional fliers in there too. *shrug* why not?
I got soaking wet in the snow, trudging around the parking lot. Icky.
Sigh.
Anyhow, I'm nearly at 20,000 words. I think I'll try to get my total above 20,000 before I go to bed. I'm really psyched; I'm like 5th in the word count standings, and the one who's 1st claims to have 100,000 words and some change, but has no other information offered. The person who's 2nd, with 48,000, freely admits in his profile that he started the novel two years ago. So, I'm feeling pretty good, given that I only had about 5,000 words in notes, and I'm not using much of the plot from those. I've been really, really productive!
And you know what my secret is?
I was supposed to be doing something else. That, my friends, is the only thing that will get me to write.
Oh man, I'm sleepy. Maybe I'll have to get to 20,000 tomorrow.
In the meantime, look at my previous entry, try out the jared program zobar wrote, and send him emails telling him how much you love it. He's worked pretty hard on that thing. He's a clever boy. But I insist that I don't have a dork fetish. I swear that is not the root of my attraction to him. No, he won my heart when he composed me that song to the tune of O Come All Ye Faithful, beginning with the line Word To Your Mother. That's not geeky at all.
oh, shit. I have a dork fetish.
But at least I have good taste in dorks.
