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I never really understood the "A Novel" part of "Innocent as Sin - A Novel." Is it there because the publishers did not want the audience to get confused when they pick up this book, read the title that did not classify the item and go "Oh my god, I don't know what I just picked up. I'm so confused." Or maybe it is because so they won't mix it with "Innocent as Sin - A Cake."

My point is that many publishers- and authors, or potential authors- make dumb decisions that often lead to redundancy. Like yesterday when Marls called me and told me that some guy, somewhere, wanted to write a biography- "a page turning, thrilling read" was what he was selling it as- about me.

Yeah. What the fuck, right?

There is nothing more unnecessary than a book about Seth Patrick Moon, of course, unless he was going to make stuff up (then I don't need him to write it, I'll totally do it). Of course, I gave him the no go like I did to another moron who was scripting the "Life and Times of Harry Potter (- A Live Play, in case you get confused)," and wanted to cast me as Potter. I didn't know who was more insulted. Thank Merlin that idea never came forth to reality.

Anyway, I'm just wasting resources until I have to go do an interview for Witches, or something, about Elder*, which I've been told was actually a good show and apparently it received good reviews on its opening night. I'll be watching it for the first time tonight, because it makes me physically nauseous to watch myself act (and I don't think I'm the only one). I'm so self-depreciating today. Weird.

* ooc: the story of the Peverelle brothers. I thought the it was feasible for the magical community to make a movie out of that, like we do with our legends etc. *shrugs*

Had, actually, a very productive week of shooting for the fall and/or winter catalogue in Morocco despite the combination of heat, sand, and fur, even if the visit was cut short. I am not quite seeing the appeal of this particular combo myself, maybe they find the irony deliciously ironic or something, but who am I to say anything when I am just the guy in the fur under the sun in the desert.

Frankly, I always thought wearing fur was a bit strange since, yes, it does boil down to the fact that I am wearing the skin of a dead animal. Probably a very rare dead animal that can only be found in a certain part of the world and whose pelt can fetch a price more than some people's annual income, but it is still very dead and its pelt is still very its. I mean, it is very warm and flashy, but so is a nice blend of cotton and polyester with rhinestones, and oh my god I can't believe I am talking about fabrics and rhinestones. Fuck off, I am fine.

Just going to get ready for the animal rights activists when they come swinging because I was told that I need a better answer than "I don't fucking give a shit." I get mixed reactions when I do interviews, some people like it, some people don't. Marls tells me that my responses are entertaining at best and not very informative. I'd probably give better answers if I am not high all the time. I'll think about on my way to the hospital, I guess. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I broke my arm, and possibly my collar bone, which is why the Moroccan visit was cut short. And I just found that I'm pretty ambidextrous because I'm writing this with my left hand and it's turning out pretty legible.

And as a side note, camels are awesome. I called it Sam because I couldn't pronounce its original name that its owner gave it, and also, I was not quite sure whether it was a female or a male. Sam's a pretty gender neutral name. Riding the camel, on the other hand, was a bit awkward because the animal had a perpetual limp and it felt like a pony ride because some guy takes the camel by its reigns and guides it around.

Dear blank page,

Today is a Tuesday, unless you are in a different time-zone. I don't care much for Tuesdays, they kind of feel like the middle child of the family. Actually, I don't know what that feels like since I was an only child, but I've heard that expression somewhere before used in the same context (although it may not have been a Tuesday, but an actual middle child of the family, who knows).

While we are on the topic of expressions: "To have one's cake and eat it too." Okay. So. I know what this means, but I don't understand how it would make sense. What else can you do with a cake other than to eat it? Well, I guess you can have a stripper jump out of it, but you are still going to be left with a rather large cake.

Nothing really happened that was of significance to my awareness. I mean, something did happen, just not here, or that it did, but I didn't catch it or was not paying attention. I've been told that I have trouble paying attention, but I don't think that it. I think it's because they (the general they, not any group in particular. Or perhaps every group. If this sentence made any sense at all, God bless you) have trouble keeping my attention.

Oh, I did read somewhere that somebody disappeared. I don't remember who it was because I wasn't really paying attention.