Rain might thwart the cat adoption

I didn't take a carrier with me when I left the apartment this morning because there's a downpour happening right now. I'm drenched. I'm currently at my school's computer lab to

1. Print out the letter of introduction and resume for the assistantship position (the assistant editor at the school literary magazine - I get to turn in my two books as sample work. Heh. beat that.)

2. Send off stories that are ready to be sent off

3. Email myself the stories that I have that I want to print out and edit (I still do all my work on my old Gateway desktop. My new laptop doesn't have a floppy drive. I'll buy one, but I can do it this way as well)

4. Get signed up with the Amazon lists so I can sell my used books through them (should work better than ebay)


A couple of those can get screwed up by faulty floppy disks.
Then I go to the Union Square PetCo and see about getting a cat. Most likely won't get one, but I do want one. Still I hope it stops raining by then.

Grrrr

In perusing http://www.ralan.com

Why are all the anthology markets so fucking retarded?

Why do I even bother writing literary fiction? Is there even a place that buys literary fiction with real money instead of "contributor copies" that ISN'T The New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly or the dozen other really high profile magazines that I got absolutely no chance of getting into.

How many people are really going to be helped by a "charity" anthology. I haven't made a profit off of either anthology (although BADASS HORROR isn't officially published until June 1 - I just wish Amazon would honor that fact.) and I would be too busy giving to that "charity" known as the "writers" and "my fucking landlord" or "Capital One" to really have anything left over for the victims of Katrina or Rwanda or Nickolaus Pacione.

And why am I still trying to shop around Bad Habits when it's a BLATANT self-therapy story. You know it's great that I finally was able to let go of all my anger and resentment towards my ex-girlfriend for dumping my sorry ass 5 years back, but I'm still don't know why I think I can make a buck off it. Anyhow I will just put it back a few folders in the hard drive when I get home.

I hate it when I read old work, especially old work that I have been shopping around for years, and realize that it's STILL crap.

Today's blood boiling sociopath is...

An Orthodox Jewish man who admits to slamming his baby into a wall.

Of course that's not bad enough. There are plenty of supporters protesting on his behalf because "he's just such a nice young man."