Here’s a link about the Canadian government making sense.

I’m caught up on my Friends list from the weekend. Whoo!

I’m slightly irritated at our housing finance-guy for getting back to us days after he said he would. Not that I’m not nervous enough about this step into my pre-conceived adult life or anything. NOT WORRIED AT ALL!!

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So, our loan, heartily verbally guaranteed by our finance-guy, is now in the hands of the underwriters. And, when they say it’s a nothing-down loan, they mean that it’s $200 for the inspection, $500 for the good-nature deposit whatsit, and $275 for the appraisal. Down. You get it back, except for the inspection. Hidden costs in a zero-down housing purchase situation just seem dumb to me. Not to mention frustrating.

Here is where I become an angsty, over-needy, attention-whore artist. Yup, right here. Even after the novel was done, I ‘ve been writing, nearly every day. Some of it is the comic book… I mean, super mysterious project.. heh… but a good chunk of it has been in the . I think it’s good, damnit. The thing is, there’s virtually no feedback, and the list of people watching the community is very small. (I told you this was whiny.) And I know that the only thing that turns people off from reading that kind of serial fiction group is exactly this kind of post that pleads for you to read it. So, I’ve stopped tearing out my hair and just made the post. So if you like dark serial fiction, read it, or else. And, if you have the time/inkling, leave some feedback/constructive criticism.

Ok, I feel better.

Christmas season promises to be insane this year, once again. ‘s entire family, save , all have birthdays in December and early January. Ye gods. I need to get my planner straight.

I can’t wait to move into our new house. I. Just. Can’t. Wait.

Also, this is highly reassuring somehow.