- 04:47 A tiara makes me feel prettier. I have silver pipecleaners. It really doesn't go with the ash-grey LJ shirt, though. #
- 06:47 A tiara makes hColleen prettier. The shape is a little unorthodox, I admit. She says she won't wear it in public. :( #
- 11:15 Oaths that get my roommates to look at me strangely: "Fuck me with an eyespork!" (re: 113F planned temperatures for today, yowza) #
- 11:16 @coffeechica Need a bodyguard? #
Hidden Wall Safe -- yeah, hidden from everyone plus breakin artists, until your buddy tries to plug their laptop in and doesn't get power and maybe even doesn't get it in all the way.
Anyone feel like translating the concept "dream bandwidth" into Russian? :-P
I need to remember to bring more chocolate covered espresso beans to work, as they are Much Appreciated by co-workers (and me).
hcolleen has a new job, yay! This will make everyone happy.
Speaking of making people happy... HP Wankfest over on IJ.
The Associated Press: worse than merely foolish -- Speaking of NOT making people happy, AP (yes, that's right, the Associated Press) thinks that the internet should be paying them money for quoting as few as five words from their content, and people quoting them with permission must agree to not criticize them. That's not on. http://unassociatedpress.net/ seems to have spontaneously generated itself; good on them. Can a blog boycott have an effect?
The thing about Telephone is, it's a single chain of communications. Internet Telephone is a web, and while rumors travel fast and get distorted, there are also bunches of people who have a chance at seeking out first-person or second-person reports and presenting them and distilling them and getting the word out to a wide sphere of people. Not as vast as radio and televised news, because there are so many different channels, but we have our own priorities and we pass stuff along according to them.
My, what a big kleitoris you have! -- Which explains the "ouch" phenomenon I noticed in 1995.
Straight male brains look like lesbian brains; ditto gay male/straight female. -- What about us bisexuals? Younger sons more likely to be gay. Wonder what that'll do to uterine replicators?
So productivity is up in the US, but wages are dropping.
Via luminairex, dickipedia.org -- "It is important to note that Obama is not so much a dick by virtue of who he is, but rather by what he has chosen to involve himself in (e.g. presidential politics) and the resulting crowd it forces him to deal with."
hcolleen inquires what I am still doing up. It is a weekend.
"Your sleep schedule is fucked," she informs me.
"My sleep schedule depends on 26 hour days," I let her know.
She pauses, thinks. "We don't have those," she decides.
"I WANT AN UPGRADE!" I ask in the most reasonable tone of voice.
"Not available!" she says smugly.
"I NEED A MANAGER!" I inquire.
"WHO PAYS YOU?!"
"Who said I got paid?"
Called Darkside. Someone else is up too late. We're both going to bed. He stayed up until 4am gaming.
I love it when customers' domains redirect (voluntarily!) to things that get blocked by WebSense as being illegal or shady.
Upcoming: something about Twitter vs. IRC, and how they're filling some of the same needs in different ways.
Flight #2 is booked. So is the hotel room. Advised best friend that vacation was imminent. Had to remind him of when his 10-year high school reunion was, in relative terms to mine, which I am skipping. (Though I am getting homesick for Alaska. The area code is starting to make me mist up again.)
A customer's website had a warning page. A much-needed one, as the activities described in relation to the e-book being peddled there went from vanilla, to interesting, to sketchy, to way beyond safe-sane-and-consensual. I phrased it like that, and the eyebrows of the New Girl went up. I could feel a conversational thread hanging. She casually mentioned (at least an hour later) that she had a card to give me. "Related to ... ?" "Yeah." "Thought so." Hooray coded verbal flags.
- 07:51 @tangowildheart w00t!!!!! #
- 17:03 I'm far too amused by the fact that I am not the one on the receiving end of the skeevy sexual propositions. #
- 17:17 Irrationally upset by someone planning to do something they have every right to do. Just wish it did not feel like chopping off brainbits. #
- 18:42 I use my efw support userpic for actual support-related situations out of efw. Though it is not my _support userpic. #
- 19:51 @tangowildheart I was asleep! #
- 20:03 "Potatoes don't wear dresses." Myrrhianna, on how carrying a sleeping hColleen is different than carrying a sack of potatoes. #
I'd only read 1/3 of this poem aloud before Heather made me stop. Via sraun.
That career meme:
( My results. )
TMBG is going to be in Tucson! Hmm... Except that's right in the middle of Prime Moving Time, dammit.
Wednesday: Took a look at the place that M found. Whatever the woman's motivations in picking out the spot, her instincts were dead on. The place seems fabulous, and a great fit. It's a coffeehouse/gym/art haven/stuff-shop/retreat kind of place, by and for the LBGTQ population. It's well-lit, well laid-out, has wi-fi (keyed), and has the most comfortable and sheltering aura of any place I've walked in to short of my best friend's room on a day when he's feeling especially protective of me. I'd be comfortable moving right the hell over there next time, but this is something for the group to decide. Group was small that night; I wound up half in IRC, half ripping Circle of Fire into shreds and rewriting it tighter and better, and half present for the plotting, gossip, and medical woes catchup session. Fruitz is a blessing -- I can be listening to my music without stressing out my laptop even more.
Happy New Year, by the way, for those celebrating.
Thursday night was again minus the traditional dinner, because that night has become not the best night. Negotiations are in progress about a good replacement night. I'm reluctant to suggest a work night, because of how early we have to get up in the morning. That'll become a little better once we get moved out thattaway, but it's still not an easy timing.
I wound up with the His Dark Materials trilogy in omnibus form, and commenced reading that as soon as I finished off Born to Rock. In the bookstore, I had found the books in shiny new release form, in connection with the movie coming out soon. I wandered over in search of Born to Rock. In the YA section, I observed an employee letting an older couple know that the book down there had the book that they wanted, but it was an omnibus with the rest of the trilogy. My ears perked up, and I wound up swapping the omnibus they were holding for the trilogy I was holding, and we all walked away happy.
hcolleen and I went to the little Turkish restaurant in the same plaza as Changing Hands. Their hummus is tasty. It's a great place to unwind from work.
As we were getting settled into Vash in the parking lot outside Changing Hands, hcolleen commented about the magnetic sign on the side of a nearby car. I took a look. hcolleen was curious about the domain name, of course. I took a look, and something about that domain name struck me as familiar - www.masterpiecemassage.com - and suddenly I was leaping out of the car, flying across the parking lot, and shouting. I was right! It was karlita. After exchanging a hug and doing a happy little dance around, she wanted to know who I was. And then there was more hugging and giggling! There were introductions all around. warrior_priest got a picture with my cellphone, and I posted it immediately. It was the sort of event that someone of V's generation might describe as "cosmic", and I agree profoundly!
Friday: Morning: checking email, answering comments, reading. Afternoon: getting hcolleen's banking done, hitting IKEA to take a look at furniture (Myrrh's dad is going to be pitching in on a couch, especially given that relatives will be descending upon her soon and will need a place to sleep), hitting Lee Lee's for tea, LJ, shower, and now bed.
At IKEA, we started looking at couches. It started out subtly -- none of us was really feeling that there were three people involved in the process -- there was a silent fourth. When we started bounce-testing couches with gameboyguy13 in mind, we knew why. One of the things that IKEA does not necessarily test the happy raw pine basic futon frames for is the ability to be repeatedly bounced on, and the one that myrrhianna had is well-nigh totaled (a group effort, actually -- I helped). It'll be all right just sitting there, but it'll have to be used gently and with a mind to how it's fragile, and it won't survive the move. So the next couch we get is going to have to survive far more bouncing. (It wasn't as bad as the CLIMB-IT episode* with Dad, because that was a single moment of pure bad idea. This was just constant heavy use involving flopping and ROCKETBOY and some injudicious leaning.) We're planning as if JD will definitely be coming back this summer (and coming for Thanksgiving), because while it's still up in the air on his end, it won't cause any difficulty to be prepared and have JD make other plans, it would be inconvenient if we needed to prepare but didn't, and ... well, he's sort of like a little brother now, and he'll always have a place with us.
We had a great old conversation with an IKEA co-worker in the couch section. We wound up on the topic of Kitchen Disasters We Have Known, at some length. I thought we were going to try to take him home with us.
Curtains in the living room are going to be the next big debate. I like the leafy ones! I like blue, of course, but my taste in blue doesn't get to dominate the public areas. myrrhianna gets the master bedroom, because otherwise hcolleen and I would fight and be disgruntled no matter who got it -- we know we're too much like sisters, but we can agree that myrrhianna gets it, on the condition that we get to use her bathroom too, as necessary. The couch color coordination problem was solved, at length -- neutral/white couch stuff, and then COLORFUL FABRICS to make things work. Hooray fabrics!
I nearly got lost at Lee Lee's, because I wandered off. It turned out to be in search of pickled sushi ginger slices (mmm) and more vinegar-based dressing, and a few other random things. Perhaps they should leash me, as if I were an errant toddler?
I still need to make sure that HR got that paperwork faxed to the apartment complex.
* Mama was reading a book on (I think) Woolly Mammoths to Tay-Tay and me. She had finished with the book-part, and had moved on to the glossary. "Climate," she started reading. "Climb it?" said Dad, in that bright and cheerful tone that our clan (especially the male members of our clan) substitutes for the phrase 'Y'all watch this!' Dad proceeded to plant his great booted foot on the arm of the couch, and pushed off from the ground with his other foot, intending to climb the couch as we children (I think we were four and two) did. Instead of the desired effect, of Dad standing on the arm of the couch, there was the sickening sound of a 2x4 cracking. When the catastrophe was over, Dad stood there, looking very silly and no little ashamed, with one foot on the floor, and his other leg up to the thigh inside the newly broken arm of the hideous orange burlap couch. The couch was broken like that for years before it finally was thrown out.
The power adapter!
No flashlight. :(
Bad puns in the dark. That'll get you bees. And scorpions. And snakes.
The mp3 player!
Soldier boys at the rest stop.
Me and the Camera.
Multiple fuel/rest stops, AC fun, and clustertrucks.
The windmill farm.
That crazy CHiP, omg?
Bookstore! sithjawa! The festival!
Lunch! A commune! Hooray!
Getting JD to Union Station! Plus, shoes! Ow, my legs (but feet are happy).
The system is down! JD made his connection!
Monkey! Prescription-strength chocolate. Fangirls all around!
Lost in LA? Found! Homeward bound!
Need to swap "Diamonds and Rust" for "Maria".
The Great Car-Stuff Shuffle.
I got lunch a little early. I did all right on the phones today. There's a fellow who was sitting next to me today, in the cube of the guy who throws the ball. His phone manner isn't one that I really need to have in my ear; he's a little loud. I take solace in the fact that it's not his permanent cube.
Supper was bagels. Lox! Cream cheese! Capers! Tomato! Glee!
After supper was work2. I hit my head against Null-to-Zero, and now have an attractive placard on my wall to remind myself of it.
The prodigal son has returned!
Darkside was just headed to lunch when I called him on break. Let's see if he's actually collapsed in bed yet. (This is what slumber party phone conversations are for.)
Speaking of slumber parties, Heather told me about an awesome Japanese slumber party game. You light 100 candles. You tell ghost stories. You blow out one candle for each ghost story you tell. You can imagine the effect this has. I love it! (We'll have to play that sometime.)
Happy Solstice. I'm not entirely sure what I should be doing today, but angst is definitely not on the list. I'm happy, and that's a good thing. I'm feeling better than I was yesterday, and that's excellent.
hcolleen is now the proud owner of a permanent account.
I have crazy paperwork to get through today. At least, I think I do. I'm going through and making sure that all the old stuff is in order, because it does need to be done, and I'm now not sure how much longer I'll be full-part-time here. (I'm going down to part-part-time should I get that other job.)
And. Oi. Ecchi-chan came home with one of those things that one hears. M from writers group has to move. Again. The thing about M is that wherever she winds up going, this perfect little cyclone of dramatics winds up surrounding her. She is a Saggitarius, evidently stereotypically so. We love her because she is our M, but omg, omg, omg, it's probably only a matter of time until someone or another comes up to her and slaps her upside the head for being herself. It's very much at the "we put up with her because she's One of Ours" level, and she's one of those people who we would not be able to live with because she really honestly needs a little ivory tower by herself. Some people never do wind up realizing how they'd take their own actions if someone were acting like that to them, and I think she's on that list.
I have strawberries. And in case you haven't heard, there's a permanent account sale going on right now. I haven't the foggiest if I'm going to do a news-comment summary again, but if I do, rest assured that it will be cut-tagged so those who are completely avoiding the topic will be able to do so.
Obso1337 Manager: I'm surprised to see you here.
Obso1337 Manager: You're not supposed to work on the 21st.
Me: No, I'm supposed to party on the 21st.
Obso1337 Manager: Oh, so you're getting off early and then you're going to party?
Me: Actually, I'm getting off early, going to the interview, and then I'm going to party.
Chatted with wibbble in between documenting the #1 spreadsheet that my backup now primarily does.
Ooo boy. Glad I got into this now. There are crazy things going on with some of the job names. No idea what these people are thinking. I'm guessing there was some error on the technical end of things, but there were some very bad job names. They're supposed to pick from the list, not type in the "other" thing, not unless it's not on the list. There was consistent awful on the job numbers. In some cases, it was understandable awful, but in some...!
A phrase out of an unsent e-mail from gods know how long ago: Please remember to turn in a TPS report every night that any of the jobs that your team turns TPS reports in for runs. This means that even if none of your night shift jobs have run, but a day shift job that you do TPS reports for has run, you still need to turn in the TPS report with that job on it. Otherwise I have to pull the [TPS stats source] for that job, which vexes me and interrupts my day.
Business language is not something that really comes naturally to me.
I'm going through my work e-mail and making sure that everything in there is stuff I need saved. My inbox has gotten very scary. I was scheduled off at 1pm for the interview (it's great that I have a workplace where I don't have to hide that I'm going part-part-time and winding up full-time elsewhere) but I'm going to see what I can do until a more reasonable time.
Oh, wow. Our floor boxen have one Windows login for the phone goons. It has no password. Yesterday, someone ("One of our illustrious trainees," Snarky Lady said) managed to try a password in there. Three times. Massive lockout, all over the floor. Screaming. Crying. Gnashing of teeth. Consultations with IT. Doom!
Saturday involved sleeping in, then being a rather not productive zombie (but a clean one!) by poking at the computer and taking a nice shower. I called Darkside. He had to study, so there was not much phone-time, but a whole lot of giggling and bad puns happened. That's sort of inevitable when we talk to each other. meacu1pa's party followed, and it was good.
We came somewhat unfashionably late. Parking was horrendous, as advertised. We eventually found spots; myrrhianna was given a phone number by the guy vacating the spot. This was a *pear* moment. There was dinner. There was swimming pool. There was insanity. In attendance: meacu1pa and the "hand"-yman; rhea_windrider and husband; danielle_faye and husband; gameboyguy13, myrrhianna, easalle, trystan_laryssa, a cameo appearance from hcolleen, quantum_gazebo and midnightfae, and ... am I leaving anyone out? Oh, two of meacu1pa's friends who I don't know, who left around 7-ish.
There was sculpture. There were games. There was gossip. There was insanity. I may remember the ASL for "blowjob" in the morning; I may not. (It's very similar to the sign for "attack", which similarity evidently livened up a lecture on WWI that the "hand"-yman was translating.) Fun was had by all. JD crept up behind me in the pool and used a pool noodle held between the legs to poke me in the behind, and announced "Surprise! Buttsecks!" This meme got spread throughout the whole pool. We completely overflowed the hot tub; there had to have been a dozen people in a very small hot tub. I throw waterfight-toys like a girl. The Legend of AK-47 Guy was spread to the quantum_gazebo/midnightfae direction. It turns out that the "hand"-yman runs an Amber game.
We eventually all wound up playing Cranium. (Well, those of us remaining, minus the "hand"-yman.) rhea_windrider, her husband, and easalle formed one team; gameboyguy13, trystan_laryssa, and I formed another, and meacu1pa, midnightfae, and quantum_gazebo formed the third. The "hand"-yman occupied a couch and made sarcastic commentary. My lack of pop culture showed through in places. The most notable one was when I was supposed to act like a character. How the HELL was I supposed to act like The Fonz when I had never so much as seen the source show, much less read up on the characters? In desperation, I pulled the only bit of knowledge I had about the show out of the archives of my brain. "Look! A shark!" I said, and then took a leap. Amazingly, it worked! Immediately! My team knew exactly what I meant. I only knew the reference because I'd been reading up on the history of the phrase "jump the shark" way back when; if it had been a less iconic thing that hadn't worked its way into pop culture as a whole, I never would have managed to portray that character at all.
I wound up going home with the fruits of my adventures in sculpting. The red sculpture is still intact; the blue and green ones are not.
We do have to plot a coherent plan about the Return of gameboyguy13 to California.
Pool at apartments has been drained, and is being re-filled with nice clean water.
I never did get to watch the whole thing all the way through the first time I ran into this video. Internet video has gotten a lot better in a few years.
The Ecchi-chan goes to a con! Thursday morning! Eeee!
I get to start training the office in the Use Of My Database. Whee. It should be fun, though, because I have answered most of their complaints about the general system by just being "oo shiny" at them. Hee. Because I already bitched about what they were bitching about, and have told them that the thing that they thought was painful but did the job? did not do the job. So, yeah.
Political: the LJMojo goatse-ing, further-reaching consequences of. It's not LJ's place to make the smacking of the dude, because the asshattery was done on the dude's own server, but it's definitely a thing that should be getting the twit, not the victims, in hot water.
The second, which is actually chronologically the first, but comes second because it's longer:
So I get home, hcolleen's not there yet, I'm off in another room, and the phone rings! She mentioned that she might be getting a call, I pick it up, I recognize the voice, and I cheerfully greet Bookstore Guy and give him a bit of a hard time. She's not home yet, and I tell him this; he awkwardly says that he's probably going to call back.
I realize at this point that our answering machine message is way unwelcoming, and I begin to re-record the thing. Just then, hcolleen unlocks the door, and I let her know what is up -- after I get done recording the message. Priorities.
At this point, I firmly deny that I poke at my cellphone, save the guy's number so that I'll be able to recognize him and immediately forward him to the landline when the call rings to my cellphone, and send him a text message letting him know that "Heather is home now. : P" ... so it was of course a complete surprise to me when the phone rang a few minutes later.
I also am quite firm on the fact that I comported myself in an adult and mature fashion while my roommate was on the phone with a BOY, and totally did not make faces at her in or out of channel, and certainly not in both at the same time. Nor did I use channel as a forum for sarcastic comments about the topics that were under discussion, such as screaming "Like YAOI!!" at the top of my lungs while she was mentioning her hobbies. And Abe certainly did not bust up giggling at me failing my "innocent" roll...
We have so returned to high school. Maybe even elementary school.
You know those photos of kittens sacked out asleep with their faces buried in the food dish or in the couch? Yeah.
"...Inventory. ... ... Who wins?"
"What do I win?"
*Azz points at the bowl of apples and pears*
In related news, I need to find a local place that sells those dreadful candies that are plastic fruit-shapes with disgusting candy powder in them. This is because we are giving out prizes at the company holiday party. One of them absolutely must be a box with those in it.
Darkside was back after a while when I called. Problem turned out to be bad RAM. RAM replaced, laptop runs fine; yay. I made squee about winning NaNo; he expressed that I was a bloody fool for waiting until November to get started, as there was no one saying I couldn't start before then. I explained the rule. He expressed that it was a rather silly rule, as this would mean that one would have to actually spend crazy-serious time writing, especially to get words they were happy with and not just words.
Our writing styles are rather different, he and I. I've gotten to the point where I can first-draft things fairly cold and without the internal editor doing too much to get in the way. I consider it an honor and a privilege that he's offered as much commentary about his own writing style as he did in that conversation. We giggled on the topic of me keeping first drafts over the years: he told me I should definitely keep this first draft as a reminder of my writing evolution once I get more passes through it; I mentioned that I needn't bother, as I have first drafts from when I was fourteen. (No offense intended to the youthful writers who read me, but after twelve years have passed between when you wrote something and when you read it later, you're going to have about the same reaction to bits of your writing. There will be things about it that are very very good, and there will be things that will make you wonder if you can bribe who-ever is operating the trapdoor-in-floor switch to make either it or you disappear. Unless you are howling with laughter, which you might be.)
There was a nice discussion about what I plan to do with whichever draft I do wind up going over, and hcolleen's plans for hitting me with the 2007 Writer's Market should I not have things ready. This digressed into a size comparison of things that one would not like to be hit with. The SQL reference I have on the shelf was followed by an unabridged dictionary, which was followed by the OED (all volumes, concurrent and consecutive), and it degenerated into (more) silliness when he mentioned a multi-volume encyclopedia set and I countered with Wikipedia. O, the papercuts.
He's to be sleeping this weekend, not Death Note. Alas.
I explained that I had been told off to design the invitations for the party. He made wry commentary about the things I might have made them say. " 'Come to the Dark Side of Christmas', with Vader wearing a Santa hat?" was the suggestion. Next time, if there is a next time, I may have a little more fun with doing the Silly Version as well as the Serious Version. This time, I did do a sketched-out version in Silly before I re-worded it for Serious.
His parents have his mom's office Christmas party tonight.
Morning got off to a bit of a rocky start, as I had to leave to get hcolleen to work on time and didn't know where I was going. Fortunately I did get the address in time, and showed up quite perky-cheerful with self, LJ-fudge, sparkling cider, laptop, and camera.
The LJ-fudge was a huge, HUUUUUGE hit.
Spink is the cutest cat. Her name amuses me incredibly, because of the CTY-thing that was the Spammish Inquisition, or Spink for short. It was excellent then, and Spink is an excellent cat. She tried to get into the fish tank. There were like three bloggers with assorted types of recording devices waiting for her to like fall in. She tried jumping for it, later, and totally failed to make the top and crashed into the window and was all "I totally meant to do that" and slunk out onto the balcony.
I was not much with the helpful in the kitchen, but I was taking the photos like crazy, and that was fun. O-Zone is so very not heterosexual, not at all. And there is this video of a guy attempting to rid himself of unwanted hair by the fire. And OMG OW OW OW -- I like died laughing at that; I hurt. A lot. Then hcolleen called for me to retrieve her from the airport. So I did. She knew the way to the ASU dorm. I was glad. I found it. squidheadjax did the thing with the thing and got us in where we were going to do the thing, and there was a lot of insanity, plus turkey, had by all. It was excellent and fun and there was innuendo and shop talk and OMG SHOP TALK and at first hcolleen looked out of her depth but then she got into things more. And gameboyguy13 totally looks like one of her characters, especially as his eyes are greenish after all. And gossip and happiness and the woes of poly vs. vanilla, and all that happy stuff! Surprise! Buttsecks! Passing the sparkling cider bottle around in the dry campus...
And then hcolleen was going zombified so I sort of grabbed her and absconded with her, and got her in bed, got me my socks on, got some actual lipstick, and then I came back to help everyone decamp. There was this dorm cat who is not a dorm cat and definitely not allowed inside who was lovin' up on us all.
When we got back to ailetoile's place, there was dishes, cleaning up, random leftovers, and debauchery. I'll leave the identity of any other participants out for the purposes of this, but there was a can of whipped cream that was almost dead, and the suggestion was made that it should go in someone's mouth. So, me being the obliging Lunatic I am, I made just this happen. Innuendo was made, to the tune of "Azz just creamed in my mouth!" The next squirt of the whipped cream was mostly air, and that had comments made about it too. It got worse when I completely ignored the whole mouth-as-target standard, and splattered the rest of the air and cream (you know, that frothy mix) all over the face of the one. ...And I missed, to the point where I wound up licking whipped cream off an arm, in an amusing re-creation of something that actually didn't happen on one of the previous days. (Context will probably not be forthcoming. Deal.) It adds to the whole humor of the situation when you realize that yes, the rather-taken Lunatic was creaming allll over the gayboy...
We're about all zombified. Pumpkin time. But. OMG. This could only have been improved with Darkside.
Saturday was writing, then meeting up with local National Novel Writing Month people at Organ Stop Pizza in Mesa. I fell in love with the place almost on sight. It has a very delightful feel to it, despite the clerk who I think was trying to short-change me. (I didn't let that happen. I said, "I'm confused. I gave you X, the price was Y, and you gave me Z?" and all was (eventually) fixed.) But the dinner was great fun, my characters ran amok while I took notes, and I got 3,200-odd words down. It's not all good days. There are some very bad ones.
I went through Target and rolled will saves against a stunning array of unnecessary impulsive purchases, and made a mental wish list on some others not quite so silly. They have light-up stockings now. That's a silly one. Also, I'm not sure whether a stocking with an initial on it should be J, A, or L. I answer to all three. There was a wee line out front, and it had gotten longer by the time I started for home.
I stayed up very late hanging out on IRC and catching up with stuff. I did laundry!
cadhla mentioned in her commentary about NaNo that the 1,667 words a day pace is something that a professional novelist might be expected to maintain. You know, someone whose "day job" is writing novels. Of course, the words might be more carefully crafted, and would have to be edited and carefully checked for continuity and all those fun things, but it's a level of writing that the casual hobbyist shouldn't feel bad about not being able to maintain for 30 days straight. But I've established to myself that I can do it, back in 2004, and so while I am determined that I can do it and will do it this year, if I manage to miss it and fall short of the 50,000 come the end of November, I'll still have another valiant try to my experience, and I will have a decent first draft to do things with. There are advantages to having a determined writer roommate, and one of those advantages is that if I do not start a) polishing stuff to submit around, and b) actually submitting it, hcolleen will hit me on the head with the 2007 Writer's Market. She did not say so literally, but I know her, and yes, she will.
I didn't get much sleep. Then I went to B&N for the Sunday thing, after getting stuff on the computer cleaned up enough to shut down. (Rather a lot of stuff to put where it belonged. That takes so much longer than I think...) I didn't get my usual vast amounts of writing done, and was antsy and itchy. We all decamped sooner than we might have. I stopped to grab dinner, then I came home. hcolleen and I watched Episode 9 of Bleach. There was giggling and gasping from me.
I wrote. I did not write as many words as I should, but I did write a lot, and I started off something that I did not know where was going with the phone call. And things worked themselves out from there.
Then I hung out on IRC and read X-Files fic, because I was too tired to move. I've been feeling curiously empty, as well as absolutely gleefully hyper. hcolleen says it is not mania, because mania is irritable. This book just puts me in a very good mood. But I have little time to myself, and I fear the crash. But I finally feel like a real writer again.
Now, I am going to bed. Goodnight, moon.
The serious banging emitted from the microwave came just before the thing stopped. I opened the door to behold that the bowl was not in fact half-full or half-empty, but almost entirely empty. It seemed that a minute had been more than sufficient to liquify the substance, with results that I should have been able to have predicted beforehand. "Oh, dear," I said in that tone of voice.
Now, my roommate knows that tone of voice. "What did you break?" she wanted to know.
I briefly described the situation that ensues when you microwave this substance for long enough to liquefy it, and then long enough for it to develop vapor bubbles that will send it flying hither and yon.
"MY MICROWAVE DID NOT NEED LUBE!"
"That's why I'm in here with a paper towel."
At this point, it's about 3:30 in the morning, I'm standing in the kitchen with a greasy paper towel and laughing helplessly. hcolleen tells me that she has decided that no further sense can be salvaged from this conversation, and she's putting the headphones back on.
...yeah, this is the life. I've been doing a lot of laughing lately. It's good for me.
I use it too, but she is the one who mostly uses it. She laughed at me. When she extracted her bread from the machine this morning, she asked me if I'd like a slice of it with lubricant. I, of course, said yes.