November 2005 archive

(42 entries)

November 30, 2005

Fetishists: get your fix!

Guess the bloggers' shoes!

By Saturday, send Sarah (not me) photos of two pairs of your shoes (those you wear to work and those you wear at home or when going out). Then get in on the blogger-shoe-guessing!

Mine are already in the pot, so even if you don't throw your own shoes in, you can play along and guess which ones are mine.

(While you're at it, you can take a picture of your whole shoe collection and get in on the Flickr pool!)

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Tags: discovered

Unconscious Mutterings

Rebecca beat me to it this week. But here I am, finally!

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

Oh where, oh where have my entries gone?

Whoops. Guess I should blog something.

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November 23, 2005

I should not be allowed to shop alone


TEH BIG BOSS: I have this great idea. We'll market toothpaste in strange flavors.

UNDERLING #1: Uh, sir, our customers are pretty attached to their traditional mint flavors, with a small portion of the population preferring cinnamon. It will be hard to get them out of that niche. But what did you have in mind?

TEH BIG BOSS: How about vanilla? And LEMON! Lemon sounds like a good plan. We'll throw cinnamon in there aaaaand, let's see. Mint. But we'll add herbs to it!


TEH BIG BOSS: People won't want to commit to these flavors right away so we'll sell them as a "variety pack"! Four little tubes of toothpaste instead of one big tube.

UNDERLING #2: With all due respect, sir, I think that our customers will realize that when you buy four little tubes of toothpaste, you actually get a lot less toothpaste, because a lot more is wasted when you have four tube-ends to squeeze out than one. And I don't think that the idea of a "variety pack" is going to be appealing enough to overcome that, especially when the flavors in the pack are things like vanilla and lemon.

TEH BIG BOSS: You're fired, Underling #2. You seem to overestimate our target audience. Do you even know who our target audience is? It's the kind of person who is so intrigued by variety that she has absolutely no common sense and will ignore the waste and the scary flavors.

UNDERLING #1: But sir, where could we find such a customer?


I haven't even gotten to the vanilla one yet, but for the record, Lemon Ice is gross.

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November 22, 2005

'I'm not a Frenchie! I'm a Belgie!'

I've taken up listening to audiobooks in the car. For someone like apete, who actually has a commute from home to work, this makes sense. For me, it's a little weirder, because I live about five minutes from work. But I'm enjoying my literature, even if it does just come in short bursts. It's also accompanied me to such exciting destinations as Cincinnati and Delightful Downtown Hamilton (just minutes from shopping and fun!), which the format is a bit better suited for.

The current audiobook in question is Agatha Christie's Evil Under the Sun, as read by David Suchet. Mr Suchet has taken it upon himself to create for each character a unique voice with which to read their dialogue. Major Barry's a sort of "Jolly good what what" sort of voice, Miss Brewster's rather schoolmarmish and Hercule Poirot sounds just like himself (can't imagine why). There are two characters I have problems with, though:

The voice of Mrs Gardener, the overbearing vacationing American, sounds as though David Suchet had never read any of her lines before sitting down to record them - and is just learning to read. The accent is just fine, but all of the lines are read in a strange, slow-sounding sing-song voice with no punctuation, as though each syllable is an entity unto itself and has no connection to any of the syllables surrounding it. Maybe Americans have a reputation for eating punctuation. I know that we tend to go up at the end of a statement so that it sounds like a question, but her lines fluctuate up and down throughout. But in this case, a line like "Who's bathing? Captain Marshall?" instead is delivered as "WHO'S bathING Captain Mar-SHALL." Who's bathing Captain Marshall indeed? Captain Marshall, I hope. Otherwise he smells.

Patrick Redfern, who as far as I can remember was never mentioned in the text as being Irish, is read with a voice that sounds like the Lucky the Leprechaun mixed with Father Dougal McGuire. It's hard to take him seriously and to believe that the dead starlet would have actually been interested in him when I keep expecting him to declare that "Oh m'god, she's been murdered! And someone's stolen me Lucky Charms!"

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Tags: agatha christie, books, books on tape, evil under the sun

November 21, 2005

Happiness is...

... a toilet that disnae leak anymore.

Thank the Toilet-Fixing Man! The fiendish ceramic creature's reign of terror is at last at an end!

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Tags: housing

Sucks to your ass-mar! Sucks to your auntie!

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for health insurance, which saved me about $160 on my eye exam and contacts and promises to save me even more when I decide which spectacular new spectacles I want to buy. I am currently interested in these:

@ flickr

I get self-conscious when self-taking pictures in public. Hence the stern expression - I don't want anyone to think I'm enjoying myself.

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Tags: insurance, ophthalmologist

24 hours to go!

Now, before I have left (or even begun packing - oops), I would like to take the opportunity to project into the future that I have forgotten to pack something. It is something stupid like forgetting to bring any pyjamas or my glasses.

What? I just reread that and it didn't make any sense. The point is: I am a bad packer.

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Out, damned allium cepa!


It's just that I chopped some onions last night.

And nothing helps. I've washed my hands in hot water. I've washed my hands in cold water. I've put lemon juice on them (and isn't that delightful on my papercut?). I've tried rubbing salt on them. (Looking back at what I've done so far, I might as well douse them in tequila.) I've put lotion on them. I've put a different lotion on them. I've washed them agian and again. My hands still smell like onions! Will the torture never end???

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I like Inuktitut!

If I had to pick a week in which to get a papercut under my fingernail, it would be this one. Each K and each I and each comma has to be carefully typed so as not to put pressure on my boo-boo. This makes typing frustrating and slow. Fortunately, I only have a day and a half at a keyboard this week!

However, if I had to pick between having a papercut under my fingernail and not having a papercut under my fingernail... I would be typing like wildfire!

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Tags: health, paper cut

In my office at this fateful hour...

@ flickr.comAs I watered my office plant today, I found myself thinking Well, he's thirsty today! He drank that right down! It was then that I realized that I had personified the plant but had not yet named him. I started typing up a blog post inviting you all to name my plant, but then I realized that my plant needed to be Named. And so, since it was my job to Name the plant, I have decided to call him Mr Jenkins.

I love you, Mr Jenkins! I fill you with Naming!

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November 20, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

Yes, more free associations.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 19, 2005

Hush hush, eye to eye

It's been a big week for Sarah Being Outgoing. Whereas I am usually very comfortable staying in my shell and speaking only when spoken to, I've tried to be more active recently in Getting Out of My Comfort Zone. This has included:

  • Going up to a friend of the family after the lecture he gave on campus and introducing myself (whereas I normally would have attended and slunk out and later tried to pass on the word through my mom that I'd attended)
  • Finally calling the rental agency to complain about my leaky toilet¹, which involved a) using the phone and b) saying the word "toilet" to a stranger.
  • Going to Buffalo Wild Wings (eek!)
  • Walking up to maize-and-blue-clad strangers at Buffalo Wild Wings and saying "You don't know me, but I want to cheer for Michigan. Can I sit with you?"
  • Going to a cultural event on campus instead of yet again planning to do it and then chickening out at the last minute because I'm already at home and can't be bothered to leave again (bringing a friend along helped!)
  • Leaving the house to go to a benefit event even after my friend left instead of just staying at home for the rest of the evening
  • Bidding on things in an auction at the benefit

I'm quite proud of myself. I wasn't quite up to dancing to the Beatles cover band at the benefit in front of strangers and co-workers, but I felt I'd made enough progress lately that I'd allow myself to skip out on that one.

¹ The water in the tank leaks into the bowl at an alarming rate, causing the tank to refill every five minutes or so. My temporary fix is to close the valve when I'm not using it.

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Tags: shyness

November 17, 2005

2006: Year of the Dog (and the Study Abroad)

Wa-hey! Everybody study abroad next year!

But not in Spain, please!

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Tags: international education

Sarah's latest wacky Lost theory

Who would have an interest in forming their own band and remaining hidden from other people? Who would grab a bunch of kids and have no interest in taking adults?


The Lostaways have crash-landed in Never Never Land, but a horrifying Never Never Land with a ruthless, murdering Peter Pan. Walt is now a Lost Boy.

Just you wait! I'll turn out to be right, I know it! I just haven't figured out where the polar bear fits in yet.


Polar bears. A fondness for children. A list of Who's Naughty and Nice.


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Tags: lost, tv

November 15, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

Hooray, I finally got to link to my favorite TV show EVAR.

Okay, maybe not, but I do like it more than is healthy. Anyway, there are also some other free associations.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

And Toto too?

Hypothetically, when one lives on the 3rd floor of a building and one learns at 5pm that one has a tornado watch in one's county until 10pm, what does one do?

I am curious - I've never lived in a tornado-infested area and not had a basement. I'm thinking about going to the library - they'll take care of me, right? They're librarians! But eventually I will starve and have to leave the building.

What the heck do people without basements do?

Please answer and I will come back and read your answers tomorrow, after I recover from being dead under a tree branch somewhere.

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Tags: weather

'Gin toddies - large measures/ No skimpin' if you please'

Is there a hat that's appropriate for wearing indoors at work? I'm concerned about the amount of heat I'm losing through my head. I'm concerned about the amount of heat I'm losing through all of my extremities, for that matter, as well as the total surface area of my skin. I'm starting to wonder where I should be investing my time, money and effort: into figuring out how to put heavy velvet curtains up on the windows to insulate them (putting the screws directly into the concrete walls?); into shopping for fingerless gloves to type with; into shopping for little flat caps to wear on my head; or into shopping for more scarves of the thick, mufflery type.

Whatever I end up doing, it is clear that I am going to become a Dickensian guttersnipe. I can picture myself now: a piteous figure in fingerless gloves, swathed in a muffler, with only my eyes peeking out from under my hat. I'll go to the Board of Governors (or whoever it is who determines the allocation of money towards heating around here) and meekly request: "Please, sirs, I want some more."

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Tags: charles dickens, fashion, hats

Keep your damn name out of my head!

I always always always get Kevin Federline and Roger Federer mixed up and am surprised to find out that Britney Spears' dirty, rap-attempting husband is playing tennis in China.

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November 14, 2005

... and she sat on the third one and it was juuuuust riiiiiiight. And then she was eaten by bears.

I went sofa/loveseat shopping this evening at Ringel's, the furniture MEGAPALOOZA in downtown Hamilton (H to the M to the I-L town, if you want to say that, which I don't). Ringel's is so big that you have to be guided by a salesperson at all times. They'll operate the elevator and take you to one or more of the seven floors, depending on what you're looking for. Then they'll turn on the lights (since the lights are apparently turned off when no one's on the floor) and show you around that floor. Based on a visit to the second floor and (I think) the third floor and back to the second and then back to the third, I have managed to decide that a loveseat would probably be more practical than a full-sized couch AND narrow it down to four choices.

Loveseat #1) Pros: Cheapest of them all. Cons: Booooooring.
Loveseat #2) Pros: Red. Cons: Most expensive of them all. Pros: Red. Did I mention it's red? I don't even know why I'd want a red couch when I already have a red bathroom, but I like the color red. And this one's red.
Loveseat #3) Pros: Microfiber, which is apparently most durable and easiest to clean, and also nice and soft like a stuffed bunny. Cons: Not red.
Loveseat #4) Pros: Folds out into a bed. Cons: A little high off the floor for a tiny girl like me.

I want a cheap, red, microfiber fold-out loveseat! Only, I'm not even sure I'd like a red loveseat - I just like red! Was ever a girl a worse furniture-shopper?!

I wrote down the item numbers and took the salesman's business card. I'll get back to him once I'm finished being such a ninny. In other words... it could be a while.

srah | 8:01 PM
Tags: furniture, shopping

'Oh, that's nice. Is he Cuban?'

I was looking up Everfresh Juice online, because it is Teh Nast, and noticed a little animated logo that proclaimed the following:

We care more than others think is wise,
We risk more than others think is safe,
We dream more than others think is practical
We expect more than others think is possible

If I were a juice company - or in any food-related industry - I don't think I'd like to go around advertising that we're not as safe as others think we ought to be. I would half expect to swallow a jagged metal Krusty-O along with the foul, metallic-tasting juice.

Today, I have bought Minute Maid. It's no (George) Tropicana, but it'll do.

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Tags: food

'It comes in PINTS?!'

I had a nice carton of milk this weekend and am now enjoying a pint of the stuff with my lunch. This is strange to me because I've never really liked milk before.

Milky tea: yes. Milky chai: yes. Milky chocolate milk: yes. But white milk on its own: no.

So what the hell is happening? I just found myself thinking, So, Sarah, you like milk now? That's good, because you have two open quarts at home. (This is due to a shopping mishap this weekend.) But my inner milk-drinker balked at the thought. Ew, milk! So the only explanation that I've been able to come up with is that I am disgusted by the thought of drinking milk out of a glass.

Half-pint cartons picked up and poured into my mouth: yes. Half-pint cartons with straws: yes. Plastic bottles: yes. Glass bottles: maybe. A glass: no.

What is this weird mental block? Would it help if I drank it from a glass, through a straw? The jury's still out on that one. I think it would have to be a very wide straw.


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Tags: milk

Short women of the world: rise up and shop!

Cheryl and I went shopping in Cincinnati this weekend. One of the stores we stopped in was Petite Sophisticate, which is where I bought both of my suits and recently opened my Very First Store Credit Card a few months ago. Of course, as soon as I get on board, I discover that the chain is going out of business. At least I got a 45%-off sweater out of the deal.

It's pretty frustrating, though, to see the closing of one of the few stores out there that caters specifically to Our Kind. It's hard to find clothing that fits me correctly and it's much easier to do when I don't have to paw through piles of too-long trousers to get to them. Back I go to department stores and those few stores that make things in "Short" sizes.

My fellow short women, I direct you to the Petite Sophisticate website. Buy whatever the hell it is they still have in stock! It doesn't seem to be anything in my size.

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Tags: fashion, petites, shopping

November 11, 2005

I concur.

What Bob said.

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Tags: discovered

November 10, 2005

Puttin' on the Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitz...

From all of the hair that's left over in the various nooks and crannies of my dryer, I've been able to recreate an image of what the guy who lived in my apartment before me looked like. As for recreating the guy who lived in my apartment before me himself, that will have to wait until my Jurassic Park-style DNA extraction equipment arrives.

On second thought, I don't think I'll recreate him at all. He seems to have been very hairy and - judging from the mail that was left over when I arrived - appears to have had extensive orthopedic surgery needs that I don't really care to be responsible for. A zombie Sasquatch roommate is one thing, but who wants a zombie Sasquatch roommate with bad knees?

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'I'm floating in a most peculiar way/ And the stars look very different today'

I spent my late morning and afternoon stuffy and headachey then floaty and shivery then completely exhausted and teary followed by jitters. The sinus headache I'd had in the late morning drove me to buy some daytime sinus medicine that took me on a rollicking journey of interesting symptoms. I'm still not sure how much of it was the medicine and how much of it was me coming down with something, as I've just awoken, warm and toasty and swaddled in flannel and sweatshirt, from a two-hour nap. Time to put some chicken noodle soup and tea in me, sort out some of my affairs in preparation for a coming visitor, and get back to bed to rest up my immune system and fight off any attackers so that I don't infect my guest.

I got a lot done today, even through the fog in my brain. As I sat at my desk, shivering and trying to focus my eyes, I realized that the last time I took cold medicine and had out-of-body experiences was when I was interviewing for my job. Apparently I work well when I'm out of my mind. I don't know what that says about my mind.

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Tags: health, medicine



I uh, haven't blogged much lately.

That's mostly because I'm hiding.

If I don't blog at all, then you won't wonder why I'm not blogging about my novel. Which I haven't written anything in since last Friday. Ahem.

I won't call myself a quitter until November 30. There's always an opportunity to pick it up again and write feverishly on the 29th!

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

November 8, 2005

To the others in my CD swapping group:

Point the first: I am lazy and was out of town this Sunday-Tuesday, so your CDs have not gone out yet. However, I hope to get them all burned (burnt?) tonight and in the mail tomorrow at lunchtime. I am ambitious and busy like that. I have no idea what I'm going to eat for lunch, though. More troubling. Your CDs may be et¹.

Point the second: Since this mix was supposed to be THE MUSIC YOU ARE LISTENING TO THIS VERY MINUTE, I found it a bit difficult. I am only listening to one song at the moment, and I don't think a CD with just "Some Crazy Bastard Wants to Hit Me" is going to satisfy your cravings, you greedy monsters. So I expanded it to Every Song That I've Heard Since K Announced The Swap That Made Me Say "This Is A Cool Song That I Like Or This Is My Song Of The Moment," Presented In The Order In Which They Made Me Say "This Is A Cool Song That I Like Or This Is My Song Of The Moment." There is none of my usual careful/obsessive attention to track order and trying to carefully arrange things of similar energy or sentiment to create an allover journey through the music². Instead, it's a chronological collection of what I liked over the course of two weeks or so. This means that you have Joe Dassin followed by The Kleptones followed by Gary Lewis and the Playboys... and you're going to like it! Or else!

Enjoy your ESTIHSKATSTMMSTIACSTILOTIMSOTMPITOIWTMMSTIACSTILOTIMSOTM mix, my fellow swappers. Since I'm lazy and shiftless, you won't have cool cover art, but you can see the track listing here:

So there.

¹ I like this word.
² Has anyone who's received a CD mix from me actually experienced an emotional journey while listening to one of my mixes? I thought not.

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Tags: cd swap

November 6, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

WHOOMP, there it is.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

November 5, 2005

Baby-sitters' Kentucky Adventure!

Srah is off to a conference in Louisville for the beginning of this week. Srah has just realized that she knows exactly two things about Louisville:

  1. Bats come from there.
  2. Mary Anne Spier's boyfriend, Associate Member Logan Bruno is from there and calls it "Loouhville." Also, he looks just like Cam Geary!!!!!1oneone

OH MY GOD, WHY DO THESE THINGS STAY IN MY BRAIN? It's like the stupidest information in the world builds the deepest, strongest roots into my brain, refusing to ever ever leave.

Rather than packing or writing my novel, I think my time tonight would be best spent poking around in my skull with a fork, trying to dislodge things like this from my brain.

Update: For added Baby-sitters fun, take a gander at some of the Amazon reviews of the books!

"I'd like to know where I can get one of these famous-cities skirts...especially if they draw in handsome young Southern studs like Logan Bruno!"

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Vimmy and vigorous!

Here is some information for you about the word "gangbusters", which I apparently use like gangbusters.

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Dear Woman Shopping at Target,

I don't know how our paths managed to cross so many times while we were shopping at the same store, but I think it's important for you to know that if you're looking for a mug tree - as in something to hang mugs on - you should stop asking Target employees for a tree mug over and over again. They're going to take you to the Christmas section, looking for a mug shaped like a Christmas tree or a mug with Christmas trees on it. After running into you demanding tree mugs from different Target employees, I began to piece together that it was something made of wood and it was for drying and realized that you wanted a mug tree. NOT A TREE MUG. NOT A TREE MUG. If your accent were foreign, I would forgive this weird word mix-up, but it was hick hick hick.

I didn't want to get involved because I don't like you. MUG TREE! MUG! TREE! DAMMIT!

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Tags: open letters

Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées

Happy posthumous birthday to the Joe Dassin, U-M graduate and French-singing American musician who died 6 days before I was born. I don't know what the turnaround time is on souls, but I suppose it's possible that I am his reincarnation. I'm not sure if I've moved up or down the karmic ladder, though - I seem to have traded my singing ability in for not being addicted to drugs. Anyway, w00t to Joe for being born today. I shall share his music with you: two that might sound familiar, one that's probably his most famous and another that's just nice.

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Tags: discovered

November 4, 2005

'Guess I'll be the guy who plays the part/ Of a clown with a broken heart'

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Gary Lewis and the Playboys for inspiring me with an idea of how some pieces of my story will fit together. Unfortunately for you guys, the chapter dedicated to you sucks. There are no fascinating, cleverly written passages tonight - just lots of exposition and story-moving-along.

Almost 1000 words and I'm up to 7 or 8% of my goal. Not bad, but I'm up too late.

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

It keeps no record of wrongs for yea, the Ctrl-Z function doth undo all evils

Holy crap, Adobe Illustrator is the best thing ever. Why have I been struggling with Photoshop when Illustrator was what I needed all along? This is totally sweet for making logos and web graphics and stuff. Thank god for software suites (and the university paying for them!) so I can discover the glory of other, better software I've never used. Now to discover the glory of InDesign!

When does my Macromedia suite arrive? I will be unstoppable!

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is the possession of mass quantities of software.

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Tags: technology

November 3, 2005

'Her bright young eyes shone even through the chicken grease smearing his spectacles.'

I spent too much time tonight researching what the tie that Colonel Sanders wears is called. The Intarnets tell me that it is either a string tie or a plantation tie and I don't really trust either. So because I wasted about half an hour on this research and was annoyed with myself, I decided that my professor character would be a chubby old German dude rather than a Colonel Sanders rip-off. You know, because they're so similar. To make up for it, I had two characters fall in love over a bucket of KFC. Ain't it romantic, folks? Too bad somebody's gonna DIE.

I am very proud of my progress tonight. I wrote almost three pages where the other two chapters were only two, and it added up to more than 1200 words in one night. And I'm actually going to be in bed before midnight tonight. Things are looking up... and just in time for me to go to a conference this weekend and get ridiculously behind on my novel and give up less than a week into the competition.

Yay! The power of positive thinking!

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

November 2, 2005

Why oh why didn't I give him a pith helmet?

Chapter 2 has nothing whatsoever to do with Chapter 1. I'm not even sure if they take place in the same town. But now I have four characters and have introduced Drake Ethiopia!

He had people he could pay to come up with witticisms for him; he was an adventurer and adventuring was what he knew. Drake had returned from Nepal that very afternoon and was scheduled to give a speech about his climb up Mount Everest at a benefit for… He consulted the invitation in his hand. The Society of American Archivists? What the hell was an archivist, anyway?

There, have a taste of my genius. Or whatever that was. I'm up to 1706 words when I should, apparently, be up to more like 2500 or 3000 by now. Drake's entertaining the archivists, Nelson's kicking his heels up outdoors and Timothy The Drunken Clown and his sister Olivia are tucked into their respective beds. As I soon shall be myself.

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

And there followed hail and fire mingled with blood and pure mash liquor and runny clown makeup

Goal for this evening: introduce the character of Drake Ethiopia, Jungle Adventurer!

Also, make obnoxious uninteresting main character into a feeble old lady with a Terrible Secret!!!!!!

I think I've been taking myself too seriously. I think that this shall be a murder mystery so that I can create a million characters and kill them off at will. Taking Noor's advice, I will treat this as The Sims and be a fierce and fearsome god to my weak and pitiful characters. BEWARE, O VICTIMS OF MY WRITING WHIMS! NONE ARE SAFE FROM THE WRATH OF SRAHN!

Er, srah.

(I would write about something other than my darned novel, but my life isn't that exciting. I'll be back to my normal self in about 28 days.)

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

November 1, 2005

Sort of stream of consciousnessey

I meant to weigh myself before I moved out, so that I could determine whether living on my own would make me fat or make me waste away to even less than I already was.

But I didn't.

Wow. What a great story. Good thing I'm writing a novel this month, what with all my storytelling skills. Alright, folks, I'm at 813 words and I'm going to bed. There's a drunken clown baking cookies and a very very boring stupid main character and I don't know if it's a murder mystery or a romance or an adventure novel because I have no idea what's going to happen next. Maybe I'll be inspired at work tomorrow.

And no, you can't read it. Possibly ever. It's got a drunken clown in it, for god's sake!

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Tags: health, nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, weight, writing


I hate main characters. I only like supporting characters. Is it possible to write a novel with no main characters?

I think my novel needs an evil clown, but I have no interest in writing a novel about an evil clown.

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Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

It was an atramentous and truculent eventide...

Yes, as I have mentioned, NaNoWriMo is upon us. I am registered and busily cramming - I brought the No Plot? No Problem book to work today and tore voraciously through the section on what to do in the first week of writing. It sounds like I might be okay, if I ever do get around to putting anything down on paper laptop.

Of course, therein lies the rub. In the past few weeks I've changed location and my behavior's changed as well. I always laughed at people who said they spent the whole day in front of the computer and just wanted to get away from it when they got home. But I have kind of been feeling that way. It may be because my computer has to be physically attached to so many things, rather than beeing free and wireless as I was in Ann Arbor. Sitting at my desk is not nearly as much fun as sitting in bed or sitting on my "couch"¹ so I've mostly been popping in and out of the office and reading blogs here and there.

I suppose I just need more discipline. I need to disconnect Isidore from all of the things he's plugged into and give myself a little time to write each night - no distraction from email or blogreading or the apartment building burning down, a discontinuation of my scheme to watch all of the AFI Top 100 movies². I've got to find a good place to sit and fool around with characters and plots and such things as I've never worried about before.

I'm a talented and practiced liar and tomfooler³. I suppose I can write a novel if I put my mind to it.

But will she...?

Tune in next blog post to find out if I make any progress this evening.

¹ A pile of pillows that I sit on while I watch movies. I've got to go furniture shopping someday. Maybe in December.
² That'll have to be picked back up in December too. Busy month, that one.
³ Sorry about that, Tom, whoever you are.

srah | 12:53 PM | TrackBack
Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, writing

Hooray for snack-sized candies!

I bought Halloween candy just in case I had trick-or-treaters, but was pretty sure I wouldn't, since I don't have a porch light and there was nothing to indicate that ascending three flights of stairs would be in any way fruitful. Or candyful.

As a result, I have candy galore leftover. I've brought some to work but it isn't disappearing nearly fast enough - especially since several of my coworkers have mentioned that they didn't have any trick-or-treaters either. I suspect there are a lot of adults with candy on their hands this November 1. *licks fingers*

Well, what with all the leftovers, it's time for another round of Guess The Food Based On The Ingredients:

Ingredients: sugar, semi-sweet chocolate (sugar, chocolate, cocoa butter, soya lecithin - an emulsifier, vanillin-an artificial flavor), corn syrup, confectioner's glaze, modified food starch, peppermint oil, invertase (an enzyme), soya albumin (a protein), gelatin.

Mmmm. Lecithin. Vanillin. Enzymes and glazes and gelatin. So artificial. So tasty.

srah | 12:46 PM | TrackBack
Tags: candy, halloween, holidays, junior mints

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