My God, what are those dangly things coming off the letters? Yes, as part of the redesign, you've got serif. I was having readability issues, and the problem is that in my opinion all the sans serif fonts look really stupid when blown up to legible size. They have a PBS quality. And because I spend so much time typing stories in Times New Roman, I somehow needed that consistency between media. However, if you disagree with me, do direct your attention to the new "mon metameat" box in the upper right of your screen, and alter the typeface and size to suit your monitor and/or aesthetic idiosyncracies. But you don't get Verdana because I do not fancy Verdana. Something about it reminds me of those scientific exploratoriums where you get to spin in a gyroscope and watch videos about marine life.
I think everything should be working, but if anything seems broken do drop me a line and I'll go after it. It's five in the morning and I have two stories to read and critique for this afternoon's workshop at four-thirty. I'm not in sync with Planet Earth right now.
Story's going, though. It's another one set in Tucson and it's about extraterrestrials and rehab and autistic kids and Spanish swear words and that old warhorse, the racial socioeconomic divide. Seriously. I have 55 hours to finish it. Grumpy Doug yesterday sent me the following useful writing advice:
How about a story that involves a coming of age male who takes lots of drugs and does some things and maybe travels to other places or something and ends up okay? That really needs addressing in today's complicated world of no males who take lots of drugs and other things and travel to other places or something and end up okay.
It's a vision I'm hoping to fulfill.