I just made the BEST EGGS IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.
And then I ATE THEM.
(They were delicious.)
And yesterday, I got a brick-sized box of personal business cards!
I’m going to like you, 2008.
Oh my god. I just got some absolutely wonderful news that I can’t share with anyone. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to share it. No, even if you email me privately and ask, I won’t be able to share it, and no this is not me being coy. I really can’t talk about it.
But suffice it to say, this news makes me the happiest person on the entire planet today, and will continue making me at least in the list of top 10 happiest people on the planet for months, nay years to come. The fact that my SplatterCon!!! t-shirt design is now official Jim-Butcher.com merchandise is a distant second in Good News In Priscilla-Land For Today.
HOLY COW HOLY COW HOLY COW IT’S REAL!
Dear Universe,
How hard is it to spell my name? I mean really! Especially when you have it written down in front of you!
Annoyed,Prescila Pricella Purcella Brasille ah, never mind.
It’s ridiculous. A friend’s mom still thinks my name is “Sally.” And even weirder, I’ve read two books in the past week with minor characters named “Priscilla,” when I rarely ever encounter the name outside the context of Me. The second was in A Canticle or Leibowitz, a book we had to read for my Sci-Fi class. Priscilla is a yappy, six-legged dog owned by a two-headed woman. The first was White Night, which includes a bitter, frumpish, middling-magical-talent hag of a minor character that wears turtlenecks in the Summer, named Priscilla. How Jim Butcher was able to write an entire book properly spelling her name, but suddenly lost the ability to spell it when personalizing my copy, defies all logic. I spent the entire book wondering if there was some joke about weird spellings of stuff. Of course, to be fair he was trying to spell “Priscellie,” which can be a bit more confusing. Oh well.
My name is great, but also freakish and confusing! Woohoo!