April 17 at The Yale. A friend is part of The Unlevels, but there are FOUR! count ‘em! bands playing, and it’s for a good cause (you’ll be able to chip more in to the pot there if you like).
What else do you have to do on a Sunday afternoon?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Yes, the spam continues! Pretty much everyone who reads this actually knows me, and knows that I prefer to let my fingers do the walking when it comes to most kinds of shopping, and knows, too, that I have three black dogs of the canine and feline variety, and love them to distraction.
So if you didn’t actually know it, it shouldn’t surprise you to learn that I found Ilya Kovalchuk and Choobie on the internet. Hell, I found my husband on the internet, why wouldn’t I find my pets there? it’s a great way to find who’s out there in your neighbourhood, or even out of it (I went to the wilds of PoCo or somewhere to bring Ilya Kovalchuk home, but it was obviously totally worth it!), and to learn a little bit about them, without the kind of overwhelming sensory overload of browsing shelters.
Give them a shot! www.petfinder.com or there’s a little linky badgy thing over there on the right.
The wordpress avatars have always annoyed me…now, theoretically, you can comment adding your twitter handle and it will use your twitter avatar? I’d be grateful if someone could test it out for me.
Sorry about that!
I managed the NaNo by the way; I got my words in, at least, although the story is still hanging and there are major cleanups that need to take place before anyone else can read it. It’s a kind of dull but potentially nice kind of story, I guess. I had intended to work on it over the Christmas break, but that didn’t happen.
Christmas, we ended up staying at home and my Units came down for a few days’ visit. We had a tiny tree in a pot that needs to leave my living room very soon, and some good presents 
and Mr Wolf helped me make a very nice supper
The first weekend after the holidays, I went to Phoenix to meet up with friends, and had a fun and different weekend away from the grey and the rain, yay! it was also the weekend that a Congresswoman was shot in Tucson, which was a teeny bit closer to my location than I might have preferred. I learned even more things about Arizona that I’m not crazy about than I knew before (the whole legal concealed carry had somehow escaped me, before, for one). But I managed to escape with my self intact. Americans’ ability to occasionally cut off their noses to spite their faces, politically, will never make sense to me. Is there really anyone who honestly thinks that the Founding Fathers wanted their words interpreted the way that modern people do, for political gain? or that Thomas Jefferson or Madison or Adams wouldn’t ask for a goddam do-over to edit a few things for clarity if they could see the world as it is today? or that the availability of the kinds of weapons that are currently available doesn’t more often result in terrible consequences for innocent people rather than joyful exercise of rights and freedoms of responsible citizenry?
Not that there’s any way to make all the guns disappear. Not that anyone, including the current administration, is TRYING to make the guns disappear, you terrified fucking rabbits. No, I don’t have a solution. I kind of like the thought of a continuous goddam metal detector along the 49th parallel, though, keep that shit out of my country. Because it’s a little harder, takes a little longer, to legally build a human-killing arsenal, here. And I like it like that.
Scene: Helicopter pad, 6 big burly guys in black uniforms, faces blacked out, carrying dictionaries and magnifying glasses, receive their pre-op pep talk from their C.O.:
C.O.: Men, it’s like this: Someone took an I from definitely, and replaced it with an A [groans are heard]…and then inserted the I into regularly, for reasons unknown.
INSERTION TEAM: (mutters)
C.O.: Somewhere, out there, is a word missing an A. I’m counting on you to track it down for me.
INSERTION TEAM (all together): SIR, YES, SIR!
to NaNoWriMo and I have amassed just a little more than 15 days’ worth of words, giving me a buffer or a day off, or whatever. Which I have to say, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to! seeing as I spent every day until yesterday being behind, at least a little. I didn’t have much of anything scheduled for this weekend, though, so I was able to basically just sit on my ass and type.
My story is moving along; I have a protagonist and a Goth and some thugs and a guy named Jack Fancy, and it’s set in London although I’ve not been there since 2003 IIRC? but lo! these wonderful internets provide me with much help.
Wow that Lo has put me in mind of David Foster Wallace, and the PGOAT. Which just about makes me want to give up on my silly little story, but I will try to persevere.
Onward!
Oh, and the NaNo site gives you lots of great stats but it doesn’t give you an easily accessible daily wordcount, just a daily total, which means I’m going to have to do some subtraction at some point to get an idea of how many words I’m writing each day (it does have averages and such, though, I’m not dissing it, more I’m dissing my math skills 
)
Oh and look, here are more than 200 words that will not be in my novel! Going to bed, now, regardless.
…and find that my total is not as close to where it should be as I thought.
(As a matter if interest, if you have any, my cheesy pseudo-literary fiction has become a sort of murder mystery, although I don’t know that the presence of a corpse is enough to make a murder mystery, in the end. I have some fairly interesting characters, at least.)
8991 words down, far too many yet to go.
Oh and may I say, that my Main Distractor, my dear darling adorable husband, is the best cheerleader a NaNo person could possibly want. Thank you, baby! :wub:
NaNoWriMo, I have twice now had full-fledged dreams of full-fledged protagonists ready for my writing, and have woken up with nothing but the knowledge that they existed.
Maybe I’ll be able to get them out of my subconscious when the time comes? I’m not particularly sanguine about it, though.
Less Pepto-Bismol, which I’m sure some of you will like; more black, which I surprisingly am not all that crazy about.
Much more “standard” which I really am annoyed about, but I don’t have the time to tweak everything. I got sick of the previous iteration and the damn theme I used to have and had tweaked to my absolute satisfaction, I was conspicuously unable to adjust, in spite of RingTFM and following forum instructions. So fuck it.
Now that’s my morning gone, and I have much shopping/cooking etc to do.
Have a lovely week! we have a few things going on, a few of which have to do with William Gibson’s appearances at the Vancouver International Writers’ Festival.
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The name of the blog comes from the song "Reckoner" by Radiohead. I've seen them in concert nine times in five countries, which is really negligible by the standards of some of my friends.
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