In which Taylor Swift did it again

I pre-ordered Midnights, Taylor Swift’s last studio album, only to discover when I got up on release day that she’d released a previously-unannounced deluxe “3 AM” edition with several extra tracks three fucking hours after the base version of the album released. She waited three hours and then released an entire new version of the album while I have to assume the vast majority of the people who had preordered were still fucking asleep and hadn’t had time to even listen to Midnights yet.

When The Tortured Poets Department got announced, with a pre-order available, although you could, if you wanted to, spend $1.99 to download something or another that was eight seconds long, I decided there were probably going to be shenanigans afoot again and decided not to pre-order the thing this time. It didn’t look like she was releasing any singles anyway, and she didn’t.

iTunes insisted that the thing was coming out on the 21st, so I was a little surprised when my wife let me know yesterday that it was out already. And that I’d been exactly right– Taylor had pulled the exact same bullshit move again, only worse— that now the new version was a fucking double album, and was clearly the version that she intended to release, for a dollar more than the original pre-order price, and a different cover, and yep, you can still order the original, half-length version if you want to … and every single person who pre-ordered it got the inferior version, because no fucker anywhere knew the “Anthology” version even existed prior to it being released a few hours after the fake-out version.

I have come around on her music after many years of loathing her, but holy shit, is this a bullshit move, and the people it’s hurting the most are her biggest fans. I can’t believe I’m not hearing more about it; maybe it’s a function of the fact that most people stream nowadays. I don’t know what proportion of her fanbase is still buying digital music rather than streaming it. One way or another, I feel like she– and by definition, Apple, as well as whoever else might have been involved in this– owes her fans either a fucking way to get a refund or a way to buy the extra tracks for a dollar. This is an absolute fucking asshole move.

Never, ever, pre-order a Taylor Swift album, kids.

(I haven’t listened to it yet, by the way. The new Pearl Jam album is, after four more listens in addition to the two in the theater, absolutely fucking phenomenal, and it’s absorbed my attention. I’ll give it a spin this weekend sometime.)

On shitty advice

I’ve seen this video, or at least heard the audio clip, on TikTok several times, generally over a video of someone making something with their hands. I would talk about it there, except the way the site works there’s no good way to respond to a full minute of audio. I can talk over him and have the full minute, or I can clip out five seconds and then have 55 seconds of my own afterward, but neither really works, so … off to blogging!

Go ahead and watch the video; it’s only a minute long.

Look, I get enough of people not watching videos that are critical to understanding the next thing they’re going to do from my students. You haven’t watched the video yet. Watch the video.

Fine, figure it out.

This is terrible advice and this man is dumb.

Now, I don’t know when he said this, but the fact that he put it on his TikTok account implies that it was pretty recent. Which is odd, because the world that this might have worked in went away, like, decades ago. First of all, I love the implication that everybody can afford to take 90 days to work for free. So you’re either living at home and don’t have any bills or you already have enough money saved up that three months of rent, all expenses, potentially your student loans coming due (be real, he’s not envisioning someone who has student loans) and, oh, right, health insurance, which nobody gives to people who are working for them for free. Anybody who can afford to do that already has plenty of connections, and frankly if they’re planning on entering the business world their best contacts are almost certainly their parents. And entering the business world is the only possibility this person is really picturing; if the person who is “living your ideal life” is anything but the owner of a business this whole idea falls apart– you can’t approach, say, an author, or a comedian, or a school principal with a deal like this. The other possibility is some sort of apprenticeship model for a craftsperson, but guess what– we already have that sort of thing, and “connections” aren’t really all that useful if what you want to do with your life is build cabinets or chairs or something like that.

The other fun thing is his theory about how this process ends. After you have spent ninety days working harder than anyone this business owner has ever met, for free, you approach him and tell him (it is also certainly a him in this dude’s scenario) that you would now like to work for money. If you are told no, you shake hands and part ways (… and then what?) and if you are told yes, you have entered the odd question mark in this Underpants Gnome scheme for profit.

What if dude looks at you and says “I’m not sure, work for me for another 90 days for free and then I’ll decide?”

What if the wage he offers you is insulting? (Side point, but I will never as long as I live forget seeing a job listing offering $15 an hour and demanding a Master’s degree.)

Has this guy not realized that unpaid internships are already a thing, that they’re basically used as free slave labor by the businesses that sponsor them, that they have basically the exact same economic problems that I’ve already outlined above, and there’s an endless supply of them for anyone who wants to employ them? There is no fucking shortage of trust-fund shitheads who are willing to work for “free” (ie, everything paid for by their parents) and bring coffee to people for a semester in hopes that someone remembers their name when they hit the job market. There will never not be college juniors, dude.

I am sorely tempted to look more closely into this person giving this speech on a stage with a wireless microphone in his ear, to find out how his parents got their money.

Can’t stop won’t stop

Because once you get on a roll making business cards…

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Sooner or later, I’ll, like, write fiction words or something, maybe.

Better?

That email’s real and works and everything, by the way.  And the font is American Typewriter, not Courier.  It looks way different shut up.  LMS Business Card Front 2.jpgLMS Business Card Back 2

Gimpery

(Shut up: Gimp is the name of the software program I’m using.)

This is a business card.  Right?  Sure it is:

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Color is the front, B&W is the back.  I’m still doing the bookmarks but I need something business card sized I can hand out for other reasons.

Thoughts?  How much do these suck?  And I’m still fiddling with the tagline.  And the fonts.  Everyone always hates my font choices.

Gah.

In which numbers are stupid and words are stupid and money is stupid and spreadsheets are stupid and everything is stupid

1c96f3844I was already not in the greatest of moods when I got home this afternoon; I spent the afternoon struggling to fix my parents’ laptop, a task I should have tackled weeks ago and I am starting to suspect is actually a world-class trolling attempt on Microsoft and Sony’s part, because no one could ever possibly think that Windows 8 is a real operating system.

(“Upgrade to Windows 10, it’s free,” you say?  “Die in a fire!” I say, because I’m fucking trying to, and I didn’t realize the magnitude of the fuckery until I tried to remove the cancer software from the computer.  Everyone involved in making Windows 8 should spend the rest of their lives in jail.)

Anyway.  I got home and put together a spreadsheet to help me try and suss out how many books to order for some of these cons I plan on being a vendor at, and what I have concluded is that it is going to be virtually impossible for me to make a profit at any of these things, especially if I eat while I’m on the road.  Now, I can literally make profit if I sell every book I bring with me, under some circumstances, but we’re looking at maybe a $3 an hour salary I’d be making over the three days of the con.  Is that worth it?  I don’t know.

And if I don’t sell everything?

Better mood tomorrow, I promise.

In which the picture should be the whole post

quote-god-put-me-on-this-earth-to-accomplish-a-certain-number-of-things-right-now-i-am-so-far-behind-bill-watterson-194084Yes, this.  COME AT ME BRO I’M IMMORTAL.

You may have noticed I’ve been a mite stressed out lately.

It came to my attention recently (last Thursday) that someone-it-might-have-been-me-and-the-person-who-told-me-definitely-wanted-it-to-be-me lost sixty thousand dollars of someone else’s money.  Money that we were supposed to pay these other people in October, and didn’t pay them, and– to further compound the error– money that they have been paying people with during the several months since then.

Yes, they were paying people with money from an empty account.  I’m not a CPA.  I don’t know how that works or how it takes eight months to notice sixty grand is missing.  I do know that it’s a problem when it’s discovered, though.  So most of the last couple of days at work has been a horrible process of collecting evidence that, no, for a variety of reasons this shit wasn’t my fault, although that was only after half a day or so of oh shit I’m so fucking fired before I started putting together what had actually happened.

Meanwhile, I’m looking for jobs that have mostly so far involved at least some degree of budgetary supervision.  So “lost sixty grand once” will look real good on a résumé.

At any rate, we got that cleared up, and I was able to prove to a fair degree of certainty that shit was not my fault, and came up with a way to solve the larger problem once you get past “not my fault!” of how do we pay this while I was at it.  There is a reason I never delete emails, people, and it’s so that I can print them out eight months later with dates and times and certain key phrases highlighted.

Plus, also, we discovered they never actually invoiced us.  That’s kinda a problem.  If you expect someone to send you sixty grand you probably ought to actually generate the piece of paper necessary to ask for it.

But anyway!  Late Friday afternoon I discovered another problem, and this one definitely was my fault: I had somehow managed to adjust an amount in a certain budget line to a total that was actually less than the amount of funds we had already expended from that budget line, and that without everything submitted for the year yet.  So today’s hell stress was trying to figure out how we were going to fix that problem.  We got it taken care of by noon, but there was a point in the day where I was seriously trying to figure out how to explain to my wife that I owed my job three grand.  Because this shit was definitely my fault.

But that’s fixed now too.

I’ve used up all my mistakes and good luck for June, and I’m still battling bronchitis.  I need the rest of the month to go easy, thanks.

In which real things are getting realer

The Saturday before my signing is Free Comic Book Day, traditionally the biggest day of the year for any comic shop.  These are pack-in cards for FCBD; I’m making somewhere between 500 and 750 of them depending on cost.  They will all be handed out that day pretty much no matter how many I make.  This is alpha-level early, so if anyone has comments or advice I’d love to hear it.

BMT Signing Pack-in front

The back side will be black-and-white; ignore the color logo.

BMT Signing Pack-In Back

Note: I’m not including the address of the comic shop on the cards because they’ll be handed to customers AT THE COMIC SHOP, who presumably know where they are.  The store’s logo is on there twice to remind them if they forget.  I’m planning on pricing the books at $10.00 for one or $15 for two; bringing the card will let you get one for $5 or both for $10.  This still represents profit as my per-book cost is low.  Do I need to find a place to put that on the card?

Casey Heying, by the way, owns the shop, so people will know who he is.

Whaddya think?