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azurelunatic) wrote2010-12-18 07:56 am
azurelunatic) wrote2010-12-18 07:56 am
Best. Writein. Ever. (Old stuff: November 8-16)
4:35 PM 11/10/2010
Yesterday (Tuesday, Nov 9): best day ever. Or something like that. I went to three write-ins. The zombie blood energy drink is the most disgusting thing I have ever tried to consume. Moldy grapes and Coca-Cola Blak included.
On the morning of the 9th ... it's neither actually morning, nor the 9th. I wake up at 9pm or so on the 8th, and realize that this is going to be a hell of a day, and I'm going to try to reset my sleep schedule. Then I realize thatjd mentioned that there were no Glee plans. I also realize that there are a bunch of write-ins, and since I have nothing else planned for the day, I can actually go to several of them. I examine the maps and plot out my route. I begin to caffeinate myself.
Write-in 1: San Jose Barnes & Noble, with the regular Tuesday morning group there. I meet people. I am shy, but it is a great group, and I will probably come back from time to time even when there is no NaNo in session. Great fun had by all.
I'm figuring I can grab lunch at some fast food place, or get lunch at the next write-in; it's a coffee shop, it probably has sandwiches, right?
I am distracted by the nearby mall stores, and do not find a hair clasp big enough in the Bed, Bath, and Beyond, but do find a cute little rubber ducky and a few other sundries in the party store. I then realize what time it is, and head to the next write-in, already late, and making it even better by managing to get slightly lost, take the wrong lane, leading to a wrong turn, and have to circle the block.
Write-in 2: I have busted through the Purple Line of Expectation by this time, so it's all sauce. I plot. I giggle evilly: Bozo is connected to this guy. Muahahaha. I envy the South Bay ML's Power Cord of Friendship. There are no sandwiches. I get a pastry and (more) coffee. I am vibrating. There is an "Aaaa Oooo" incident. There is a guy with an epically big bag of beef jerky. There are all sorts of interesting distractions. I head into Chat. I wind up leaving the write-in early, for dinner and because I can no longer focus, in part due to lowish blood sugar due to lack of lunch. The scruffy Silicon Valley guys are still outside.
I locate a Jack-in-the-Box between me and Write-in 3. I go in to eat. There is a homeless woman in there having loud emotional crisis. She has a lot to be upset about, and her husband is really a nasty piece of work, from her description. She is obviously a regular; the employees do not appear ruffled. Her friends are being supportive.
I have a bit of trouble parking at Write-in 3 in the Redwood City Library, given that I'm approaching the parking lot from a bad angle, and it's unfamiliar territory. I do get turned back around and park. I'm early. Other people arrive, and we collect upstairs. Once enough of us have shown up, we take over a room. There is a lounge for teenagers next to us, and they are having a wild rumpus. I begin writing the horrible confrontation between Connie and her horrible relatives, which will prove to block me for a bit of a while. My cackling disturbs all around me. Or entertains them. Or both at once. I give the horrible energy drink to the Penninsula ML, who knows a kid who loves all things zombie, and will delight in this. I disturb people in Chat with my excerpts.
Eventually it ends, and I am full of glee and giggliness. I finally arrive home and fall over exhausted.
The night of the 11th had some Shopping with Tif, and I got a sweet power strip of my very own.
5:20 AM 11/12/2010
Some Vorkosigan-related chatter, in the comments of which I speculate about Barrayar's likely accessibility fail for oath-taking involving people with fewer than the expected two hands. I bet there are problems for those people.
http://jmtorres.dreamwidth.org/1549463.html
There are few enough notes from the next few days that I think I was basically dormant.
The 16th or thereabouts had alarums and excursions, such that I wound up reading the Bastard's prayer because it was appropriate, particularly for some of the people I'd been chatting with. I am the Bastard's, and I was Eris's, so I get along just fine with a good many of Loki's people.
It was a Tuesday, so I went to the San Jose B&N write-in. The game of "let's give Barbie any career we have seen Mike Rowe try" is hilarious. Meet Horse Inseminator Barbie. Furthermore, somehow we got onto the topic of gerbils up the ass (which really does sound like an urban legend, particularly because that one story is so oddly specific), which lead to "gerbil fisting", which led to the concept of little gloves for the gerbils, because they have scratchy little claws, and therefore getting fisted by a gerbil would be a very bad idea indeed.
Yesterday (Tuesday, Nov 9): best day ever. Or something like that. I went to three write-ins. The zombie blood energy drink is the most disgusting thing I have ever tried to consume. Moldy grapes and Coca-Cola Blak included.
On the morning of the 9th ... it's neither actually morning, nor the 9th. I wake up at 9pm or so on the 8th, and realize that this is going to be a hell of a day, and I'm going to try to reset my sleep schedule. Then I realize that
jd mentioned that there were no Glee plans. I also realize that there are a bunch of write-ins, and since I have nothing else planned for the day, I can actually go to several of them. I examine the maps and plot out my route. I begin to caffeinate myself. Write-in 1: San Jose Barnes & Noble, with the regular Tuesday morning group there. I meet people. I am shy, but it is a great group, and I will probably come back from time to time even when there is no NaNo in session. Great fun had by all.
I'm figuring I can grab lunch at some fast food place, or get lunch at the next write-in; it's a coffee shop, it probably has sandwiches, right?
I am distracted by the nearby mall stores, and do not find a hair clasp big enough in the Bed, Bath, and Beyond, but do find a cute little rubber ducky and a few other sundries in the party store. I then realize what time it is, and head to the next write-in, already late, and making it even better by managing to get slightly lost, take the wrong lane, leading to a wrong turn, and have to circle the block.
Write-in 2: I have busted through the Purple Line of Expectation by this time, so it's all sauce. I plot. I giggle evilly: Bozo is connected to this guy. Muahahaha. I envy the South Bay ML's Power Cord of Friendship. There are no sandwiches. I get a pastry and (more) coffee. I am vibrating. There is an "Aaaa Oooo" incident. There is a guy with an epically big bag of beef jerky. There are all sorts of interesting distractions. I head into Chat. I wind up leaving the write-in early, for dinner and because I can no longer focus, in part due to lowish blood sugar due to lack of lunch. The scruffy Silicon Valley guys are still outside.
I locate a Jack-in-the-Box between me and Write-in 3. I go in to eat. There is a homeless woman in there having loud emotional crisis. She has a lot to be upset about, and her husband is really a nasty piece of work, from her description. She is obviously a regular; the employees do not appear ruffled. Her friends are being supportive.
I have a bit of trouble parking at Write-in 3 in the Redwood City Library, given that I'm approaching the parking lot from a bad angle, and it's unfamiliar territory. I do get turned back around and park. I'm early. Other people arrive, and we collect upstairs. Once enough of us have shown up, we take over a room. There is a lounge for teenagers next to us, and they are having a wild rumpus. I begin writing the horrible confrontation between Connie and her horrible relatives, which will prove to block me for a bit of a while. My cackling disturbs all around me. Or entertains them. Or both at once. I give the horrible energy drink to the Penninsula ML, who knows a kid who loves all things zombie, and will delight in this. I disturb people in Chat with my excerpts.
Eventually it ends, and I am full of glee and giggliness. I finally arrive home and fall over exhausted.
The night of the 11th had some Shopping with Tif, and I got a sweet power strip of my very own.
5:20 AM 11/12/2010
Some Vorkosigan-related chatter, in the comments of which I speculate about Barrayar's likely accessibility fail for oath-taking involving people with fewer than the expected two hands. I bet there are problems for those people.
http://jmtorres.dreamwidth.org/1549463.html
There are few enough notes from the next few days that I think I was basically dormant.
The 16th or thereabouts had alarums and excursions, such that I wound up reading the Bastard's prayer because it was appropriate, particularly for some of the people I'd been chatting with. I am the Bastard's, and I was Eris's, so I get along just fine with a good many of Loki's people.
It was a Tuesday, so I went to the San Jose B&N write-in. The game of "let's give Barbie any career we have seen Mike Rowe try" is hilarious. Meet Horse Inseminator Barbie. Furthermore, somehow we got onto the topic of gerbils up the ass (which really does sound like an urban legend, particularly because that one story is so oddly specific), which lead to "gerbil fisting", which led to the concept of little gloves for the gerbils, because they have scratchy little claws, and therefore getting fisted by a gerbil would be a very bad idea indeed.