*lightbulb*

Okay. It's four in the morning, and I have had something of a brainstorm. I had some complaints about the handwritten annotation idea, because having only one copy means that no one but the buyer gets to see the notes. What if I use the footnote function on Word to annotate the online parodies? (Why the online? Because I haven't sold the rights to those to anyone else, unlike the the book parodies. And yes, they would be .rtf files so different operating systems could read them.) And rather than offer hard copies--which would kill the handy-dandy links in the parodies--what if I put them on a CD so that you could print them out if you wanted, but you could also click the links on the original files? And Cafe Press offers CDs as a merchandise option, so it's not something I'd have to deal with producing 100 copies of myself.

I don't know what to charge just yet--it'll depend on how much work ends up going into the thing, but I don't know that $15 for--hey, exactly 15 parodies. Huh--is a bad idea. The base cost at Cafe Press is $4.99, so I'd basically be making a $10 profit, which is pretty good. Again: thoughts?

(This doesn't preclude doing anything else. I'm just saying, it seems like a fairly good compromise on this particular idea.)

I smell like copper now

Hmm. I wasn't sure if we were going to get our weekly fix of Qdoba's 3-Cheese Crack Queso for dinner tonight. On one hand, $12 more or less isn't going to pay our taxes. On the other, it adds up. Do we raise the troops' morale with queso, or do we further tighten our belts? That kind of thing. We ended up going anyway, but saving half the food for lunch tomorrow. (I always get a quesadilla of some sort.)

Nothing much else going on. I have a bad habit of 1) paying in cash and 2) never with change, so I have a gigantic stash of coins. And only about half of them are pennies, which means that I have a small fortune in quarters squirreled away. Thirty-eight dollars, to be precise; they're all sorted now, and my fingers are nasty with dirt or tarnish or cocaine residue or whatever it is on our currency nowadays. Ick. And let me tell you, internets, it's an extremely weird feeling to be counting jars of change to pay off debts while Ryan Seacrest and half the world's celebrities are on TV exhorting you to give the starving children money. Because, on one hand, the starving children need it more; on the other, the dying children aren't going to charge 29% interest on your home equity loans if you don't pay them off by June. I try to tell myself that if we don't keep ourselves afloat we can't help anyone else. But... you know.

What else... the Lexicon trial starts on Monday, so I'm sure I'll be busy keeping an eye on that. And then there's the annotating plan--I'm trying to work out how to have footnotes running along the side of the page rather than the bottom, so they're easier to follow. I'm also steeling myself to look back over some of the lesser pieces that kind of make me cringe now. If nothing else, I'll snark on them (would the universe implode from recursive meta-snark?), I guess.

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