Darn. I had scouted a really hot girl there not too long ago. She seemed really impressed but kind of intimidated and she was not online, so I just gave her my info and told her to get in touch if she felt like shooting. But this turned out to be spam.
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Spooky Hotties
Forrest Black is putting the finishing touches on it, but the newest site in the Blue Blood network SpookyHotties.com is just about ready for launch. Whoo-hoo!
Spooky Hotties
Forrest Black is putting the finishing touches on it, but the newest site in the Blue Blood network SpookyHotties.com is just about ready for launch. Whoo-hoo!
Rewards
So, I just found out that some random girl came up to one of my best friends and favorite models at a Manson show and started giving her grief about shooting with us. Apparently the girl being rude posed for nothing (no dough and no fame) for a site which thinks it is competitive with GothicSluts.com. This is a recurring theme in my journal, as in my life, but I am so sick of people who copycat like crazy everything I do and then diss me.
I understand that, even though the first place I ever got drunk was the Baptist Mission outside Tel Aviv, a lot of Southern Baptists will not see eye-to-eye with me. And I am okay with that.
I do not understand people whose every creative move is based on one or another thing I’ve done, however, who treat me disrespectfully. It is like they feel like if they slag me hard enough, they will make themselves originals. And I should not let it get me down, but it does. And some total stranger being rude to my friend because some little bitch with an axe to grind told her to . . . well, that makes my blood boil.
But I’ve got a new policy: Every time some small person tried to feud with me to make themselves important, every time some large corporation tries to steal my work, every time I’m hurt, I am going to get myself a treat. So, to the people who read my journal because they are desperate for ideas, please take notice that every time you step on my toes, you are effectively buying me a present. I’m going to go finish programming my new TiVo now. :-p
Rewards
So, I just found out that some random girl came up to one of my best friends and favorite models at a Manson show and started giving her grief about shooting with us. Apparently the girl being rude posed for nothing (no dough and no fame) for a site which thinks it is competitive with GothicSluts.com. This is a recurring theme in my journal, as in my life, but I am so sick of people who copycat like crazy everything I do and then diss me.
I understand that, even though the first place I ever got drunk was the Baptist Mission outside Tel Aviv, a lot of Southern Baptists will not see eye-to-eye with me. And I am okay with that.
I do not understand people whose every creative move is based on one or another thing I’ve done, however, who treat me disrespectfully. It is like they feel like if they slag me hard enough, they will make themselves originals. And I should not let it get me down, but it does. And some total stranger being rude to my friend because some little bitch with an axe to grind told her to . . . well, that makes my blood boil.
But I’ve got a new policy: Every time some small person tried to feud with me to make themselves important, every time some large corporation tries to steal my work, every time I’m hurt, I am going to get myself a treat. So, to the people who read my journal because they are desperate for ideas, please take notice that every time you step on my toes, you are effectively buying me a present. I’m going to go finish programming my new TiVo now. :-p
I was going to have this design firm I hired to do some work for me design some banners for me for GothicSluts.com when they finished a project I had them working on, but they are doing a sucky job. So I am working on learning how to design different size banners. It is challenging. I am definitely not there yet. If anyone who reads my journal knows some folks who do really really good design, please have them drop me a line with some portfolio samples.
Ugh. I think my headache and I are going to go have a snack. I have yummy leftover ribs I can warm up.
Mickey Mouse Spammed Me
Wow, I just got spammed by Disney and when I reported it to Spamcop, part of the response was:
Tracking ip 63.70.44.55
Routing details for 63.70.44.55
[refresh/show] Cached whois for 63.70.44.55 : abuse-mail@mci.com
Using abuse net on abuse-mail@mci.com
abuse net mci.com = postmaster@mci.com, abuse@mci.com
Using best contacts postmaster@mci.com abuse@mci.com
postmaster@mci.com redirects to abuse@mci.com
ISP does not wish to receive reports regarding http://www.disney.com/ – no date available
http://www.disney.com/ has been appealed previously.
WTF
Mickey Mouse Spammed Me
Wow, I just got spammed by Disney and when I reported it to Spamcop, part of the response was:
Tracking ip 63.70.44.55
Routing details for 63.70.44.55
[refresh/show] Cached whois for 63.70.44.55 : abuse-mail@mci.com
Using abuse net on abuse-mail@mci.com
abuse net mci.com = postmaster@mci.com, abuse@mci.com
Using best contacts postmaster@mci.com abuse@mci.com
postmaster@mci.com redirects to abuse@mci.com
ISP does not wish to receive reports regarding http://www.disney.com/ – no date available
http://www.disney.com/ has been appealed previously.
WTF
Sometimes the Universe Does Give a Girl a Hug
So I was feeling reeeeeaaaaallllly down earlier. As those of you who posted supportive stuff in my journal no doubt noticed. (Thanks guys) I was just having one of those weeks where almost everything I tried to do met with one frustration or horror after another. I try to just post the little daily irritations and anecdotes in my journal and not get into any really bad stuff, but suffice it to say that it was a week so horrible that it would have seemed too heavy-handed if you saw it in a movie.
But the universe decided to give me a hug. I’ve still got the headache that won’t quit, but I’m in the most excellent mood right now that I don’t even care.
Hugs:
(1) I got some cool comments from friends in LJ
(2) I got it together to go to the party at the Max Hardcore mansion and it was really fun and a bunch of people were way friendlier and nicer than at most Los Angeles parties. My friend who was a jerk about my invitation to go totally missed out.
(3) I checked my snail mail and it was chock full of good stuff. I got the books in I ordered from Barnes & Noble and I got some good news and most notably, I got a GIANT metal filagree gift basket with every kind of Godiva chocolate made and china to put it on. I had said nice (and true) things about the company which is sort of my business bank on an industry forum and they noticed and sent me a gift basket to thank me. How fucking cool is that!
(4) The most wonderful Forrest Black took pictures of me with my cool basket of goodies and they turned out really good. The darkest of the purple eyeshadows was a gift from my best girl Szandora and it perfectly matches my favorite discontinued lip gloss (Thanks!) A lot of time I look stressed in pictures, even though Forrest is an incredibly talented photographer, but these just really captured the moment in a beautiful way. You can tell I’m happy just looking at them and that makes me even happier.
Message from universe to Amelia G: Yes, it has been rough lately, but everything is going to turn out a-ok, so cheer up. Hugs. 🙂
Sometimes the Universe Does Give a Girl a Hug
So I was feeling reeeeeaaaaallllly down earlier. As those of you who posted supportive stuff in my journal no doubt noticed. (Thanks guys) I was just having one of those weeks where almost everything I tried to do met with one frustration or horror after another. I try to just post the little daily irritations and anecdotes in my journal and not get into any really bad stuff, but suffice it to say that it was a week so horrible that it would have seemed too heavy-handed if you saw it in a movie.
But the universe decided to give me a hug. I’ve still got the headache that won’t quit, but I’m in the most excellent mood right now that I don’t even care.
Hugs:
(1) I got some cool comments from friends in LJ
(2) I got it together to go to the party at the Max Hardcore mansion and it was really fun and a bunch of people were way friendlier and nicer than at most Los Angeles parties. My friend who was a jerk about my invitation to go totally missed out.
(3) I checked my snail mail and it was chock full of good stuff. I got the books in I ordered from Barnes & Noble and I got some good news and most notably, I got a GIANT metal filagree gift basket with every kind of Godiva chocolate made and china to put it on. I had said nice (and true) things about the company which is sort of my business bank on an industry forum and they noticed and sent me a gift basket to thank me. How fucking cool is that!
(4) The most wonderful Forrest Black took pictures of me with my cool basket of goodies and they turned out really good. The darkest of the purple eyeshadows was a gift from my best girl Szandora and it perfectly matches my favorite discontinued lip gloss (Thanks!) A lot of time I look stressed in pictures, even though Forrest is an incredibly talented photographer, but these just really captured the moment in a beautiful way. You can tell I’m happy just looking at them and that makes me even happier.
Message from universe to Amelia G: Yes, it has been rough lately, but everything is going to turn out a-ok, so cheer up. Hugs. 🙂
Unbelievable Spamness
It must be Irritate Amelia Week. The guy from gothic.net called me a while back to express his financial woes and see if I could help him out. I made a bail-out pland for him and he didn’t get back to me for ages. Then everyone on his server had their sites go down for an extended time without reply from him, when I had offered to host all of their sites for FREE. Now I am slogging through my email to find anything of value admidst the sea of offers for limp pindicks looking to refinance their homes. And the guy from gothic.net has this great idea for how I could give him money to help him spam.
I like getting offers and recommendations from sites I have done business with, but I hate hate hate getting random emails for products that have nothing to do with me or my interests. My email is barely usable at this point because of the volume of spam I have been receiving and a supposed friend of mine wants to get me into spamming?! That is messed up.
Bleah
I feel totally sick. I feel so sick I cancelled the doctor appointment I had today.
Went to Ghoul Skool last night and got to hear about Sharon’s European tour and Jenner’s ferret rescue site and Mark Splatter’s new digs. Talked about Swag Magazine with some folks, but did not come to any conclusions other than that a lot of people like it. Which is cool.
Went to an afterparty and was fairly irritated. Admittedly the friend of mine whose place it was at told me when I came in who was there and the list was basically [rock star name censored], [rock star’s girlfriend’s name censored], [rock star], [rock star’s PA], [rock star], and “a really irritating guy, you’ll see what I mean.” Wow, was that telling it like it was. There was this morbidly obese dude — keep in mind I like varied body types, but this guy was grotesque — who managed to say insulting things before even being entirely introduced. Then he went on this rambling story about how his claim was that he once lived in the same group house that some people who may or may not have been in Good Charlotte bought their coke at, although not from him, but the guys from Good Charlotte in his opinion knew the guys from Godhead. To make fatso’s story even lamer, almost everyone in the building knew either everyone in Godhead or in Good Charlotte or both. He avoided details and started on a different annoying commentary when he realized this.
Then I had to deal with a variety of guys asking for assistance meeting girls. One guy was there who I already made an introduction for, with the understanding that he was going to set up a meeting for me to pitch a comic book concept for one of my favorite girls. So he has been blowing off his part of the bargain for months now and he asked me to pitch him again and I did and then he asked me to call him next week to do a more formal pitch to just him and then maybe he would talk to the person he was supposed to set up the pitch meeting with in the first place. I actually like the guy, but I think he is not really intelligent enough to understand the finer points of the deal, so there is only so much I want to talk to him about it. Either that or he just wants to rip off my ideas.
Then another guy who is dating one of my models started acting like he did not know who Max Hardcore is. Not likely in his case. I’d gotten a plus for the party and I invited this guy because he has repeatedly asked to go to an adult video company party with me or Forrest. I don’t go to a lot of those, so it was a while from him asking until I was able to offer, but then he was totally rude and acted like I was trying to get him to cheat on his girlfriend, even though I told him to bring her.
Some other more upsetting stuff happened.
And now this morning my throat is sore and my eyes have been hurting for a couple of days and, despite all the doctors I have seen lately, my jaw and mouth and head just ache and ache.
Part of what is making my head hurt is medical and part of it is the frustration of trying to work on new projects with other people and always having the other people either only want to take from me or act like we are working together and then backstab or drop the ball. I’m sick of working with people I have to micromanage to get to do anything or people who are only out for themselves. There are some really cool exceptions to that pattern, but sometimes the sucky stuff just really gets me down.
I should go to that party tonight, but I’ve got stuff I would rather work on and I’m pretty sure it would mean leaving the house again.
–Amelia G
Bleah
I feel totally sick. I feel so sick I cancelled the doctor appointment I had today.
Went to Ghoul Skool last night and got to hear about Sharon’s European tour and Jenner’s ferret rescue site and Mark Splatter’s new digs. Talked about Swag Magazine with some folks, but did not come to any conclusions other than that a lot of people like it. Which is cool.
Went to an afterparty and was fairly irritated. Admittedly the friend of mine whose place it was at told me when I came in who was there and the list was basically [rock star name censored], [rock star’s girlfriend’s name censored], [rock star], [rock star’s PA], [rock star], and “a really irritating guy, you’ll see what I mean.” Wow, was that telling it like it was. There was this morbidly obese dude — keep in mind I like varied body types, but this guy was grotesque — who managed to say insulting things before even being entirely introduced. Then he went on this rambling story about how his claim was that he once lived in the same group house that some people who may or may not have been in Good Charlotte bought their coke at, although not from him, but the guys from Good Charlotte in his opinion knew the guys from Godhead. To make fatso’s story even lamer, almost everyone in the building knew either everyone in Godhead or in Good Charlotte or both. He avoided details and started on a different annoying commentary when he realized this.
Then I had to deal with a variety of guys asking for assistance meeting girls. One guy was there who I already made an introduction for, with the understanding that he was going to set up a meeting for me to pitch a comic book concept for one of my favorite girls. So he has been blowing off his part of the bargain for months now and he asked me to pitch him again and I did and then he asked me to call him next week to do a more formal pitch to just him and then maybe he would talk to the person he was supposed to set up the pitch meeting with in the first place. I actually like the guy, but I think he is not really intelligent enough to understand the finer points of the deal, so there is only so much I want to talk to him about it. Either that or he just wants to rip off my ideas.
Then another guy who is dating one of my models started acting like he did not know who Max Hardcore is. Not likely in his case. I’d gotten a plus for the party and I invited this guy because he has repeatedly asked to go to an adult video company party with me or Forrest. I don’t go to a lot of those, so it was a while from him asking until I was able to offer, but then he was totally rude and acted like I was trying to get him to cheat on his girlfriend, even though I told him to bring her.
Some other more upsetting stuff happened.
And now this morning my throat is sore and my eyes have been hurting for a couple of days and, despite all the doctors I have seen lately, my jaw and mouth and head just ache and ache.
Part of what is making my head hurt is medical and part of it is the frustration of trying to work on new projects with other people and always having the other people either only want to take from me or act like we are working together and then backstab or drop the ball. I’m sick of working with people I have to micromanage to get to do anything or people who are only out for themselves. There are some really cool exceptions to that pattern, but sometimes the sucky stuff just really gets me down.
I should go to that party tonight, but I’ve got stuff I would rather work on and I’m pretty sure it would mean leaving the house again.
–Amelia G