Teh HUGO awards came out today.
No love for Shitlord: The Triggering! Kameron “Makes Me Wanna” Hurley?! Carrie “Should Have Worn The Gold Two-Piece In The Force Awakens” Fisher?! Neil “Sand In My Va-Jay-Jay” Gaiman?! Ursula K Leguin – the bad guy from the Little Mermaid got a nom?!
Who are these peopel? I can’t even see straigtht I’m so disappoint.
You know, first Mike Glyer – who should be my Hugo Award Eskimo Brother come August (we all know why those rockets are shaped that way) does me a solid and pimps my latest literary ho on his blog. It tripled my sales! Cirsova likes me! He really like me! On Monday, I’m dancing on top of hte world, then this ridiculousness. It’s…it’s ridiculous!
Nobody ever warned me that writing would be such a roller coaster.
I don’t even know if I want The Prolapsing Empire to be nominated next year after this. It’s just too much pressure for my heart condition. You know I have a heart condition right? It’s three sizes too small, and a Hugo Nomination would have saved my life, but NOOoooOOOooo, WorldCon wants me to die. I’m literally shaking right now.
Literally shaking. And Team Fatso has used that as an argument as to why their pets should win for like, five years now. So you know it’s a good argument!
I need to go lie down. On something soft.
How’s your mom doing these days, anyway?