The Big DumpTruck

Okay, two Nano Novel snippets. I warned you!

"I want people. I would be happy with just a person. Well, one person if that person was a real go-getter. I don't want a slacker lackey for my person. I would have to trade up for a new person. And that would also mean it was my responsibility to let the bad person go. I'm no good at firing people. Would I have to give slacker lackey a written warning first? "Become a go-getter or you're out." What if the warning made him start to screw up the stuff he was doing because he knew that there was no way he could transform himself into the person I needed him to be. Can you see how ugly all of this is getting, and it is not even reality? My God, I'm just better off being a loner nobody. It's just easier."

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"…and I told her that I wasn't feeling well but she made me come in anyway. And I told her that I might have some kind of eye infection but she didn't want to hear it and she said as long as I washed my hands a lot and used some of the Purell antibacterial stuff, I would be able to work and not infect anyone else. So it's on her head if the whole department breaks out in some freaky eye infection."

I've got 3184 words so far. That's not enough. I think if you spread it out evenly, you're supposed to write 1666 words per day. So I'm now three days worth of words behind. Yea me!

At least I have something written. And it flows. There's a hint of a plot, even. Whoda thunk?

It's still not too late to join in - plenty of people are way behind on their word counts.

Hello, Thursday!

Stopping to get my regularly scheduled blood work (I'm anemic and hypothyroid, doncha know) only set me back about 30 minutes today, just because the commute was so much better. Leaving late has its advantages. I could have shaved that down a little if I had gone a more direct route and avoided two elementry schools and some kind of medical emergency that required an ambulance to partially block the road.

Other than the blood lady doing a really horrid job and making my whole arm ache, so far, so good!

p.s. Dear Spammers: I don't want an imitation Rolex. Really. I want a real one. Or a Movado. Something with lots of diamonds. Real diamonds. Oh, and I'd buy it in a real store, not from someone who sends me spam emails. Thanks so much.

Well, that's that. And let me tell you this. When the poop starts to hit the fan this time around, El Presidente won't be able to blame it on the previous administration. Now they'll have to take responsibility for unemployment, rising gas prices, etc. This will be a new thing for W, who lived by the rule "the buck stops anywhere but here".

Americans are in for 4 more years of this administration doing whatever the hell it wants, whenever it wants. They answer to no one. If you object, you are called a traitor. We aren't allowed to ask the tough questions - the man won't hold any press conferences. He surrounds himself with only people who agree with him. This isn't a president "for the people". This is a president who is only looking out for his own interests, and that is just the most depressing thing of all.

Enough about politics, I'm sure some readers are all ready to yell at me for it anyway.

If Bush wins Ohio and the election, I will have lost faith in America. Apparently it doesn't matter if the smirking frat boy LIED to the country over and over again...he still gets your votes.

I'm disgusted. You are handing him four more years to put us deeper in the hole internationally and monetarily, while his buddies all benefit left and right.

Thanks for nothing.

Look, I voted over 6 hours ago. I'm ready to find out who won. Sheesh!

Don't forget to vote. Don't say that you don't need to because your vote won't count. Remember Florida in 2000, okay? We still fill in the little circles with Sharpie markers in Leominster. No number two pencils for us, when we vote, we commit! No erasing! This is permanent!

On to other things...

I'm way behind on my Nano Novel already. I shouldn't have signed up, I know. I have two other things (an article for allearsnet.com and my formal journal) I'm trying to get written. There aren't enough hours in the day.

I still have to edit all the movies I took down in Florida. A friend of mine says that not being able to record video to DVD is actually standard - it just doesn't work right. So do I try a new drive or not? I have burned them in the past, which is what makes me think it's a hardware problem.

I can't believe Thanksgiving is three weeks from today. Oy.

I have comment spammers. Again. I can't do anything about it until I get home. My only advice in the universe is please don't ever ever ever buy anything from people like this. They are slime. They think nothing of filling an innocent site with their stupid advertising, using up my disk quota at my server, annoying my users, etc. If you buy something from arsewipes who spam comments or send spam e-mail, you are encouraging them to continue. You are making their evil business practices a success. Do you really think it's a good idea to buy counterfeit watches via spam e-mail?

I'll try to remember to clean this up ASAP, but I'm sure they'll be back.

p.s. I hope I don't die from eating tainted Halloween candy from home or at work. I really do need to get a vote in for Kerry tomorrow, and being dead would make that difficult. This isn't Chicago, you know!

I hate when vacation ends...

I don't have any pictures of me (yet) because my dad took them of me, and I took them of everyone else. So here are Mr. Dump and Junior, as a ghoulish guy (I need to find out what exactly he was calling himself) and a werewolf.

Much fun was had by all! (Except for one guy...see story below pictures)

Coming home down route 2 tonight this guy in an SUV was driving like a [fill in the blank] doing at least 80 or so, and we both commented on how the guy was driving, and I was just thinking "he's probably drunk". I was also thinking I'd be surprised if he made the corner in Harvard near the closed rest area but he did. A cop came flying behind us and we thought that maybe the SUV was being chased, but the cop pulled over someone else (which confused us). Then at the Shirley exit, there were two cops waiting on the side of the road, so we were thinking maybe there was a prison break or something. Another 1/3 mile down the road we see a cop in the median at the Lancaster exit....at the SUV we'd seen earlier smashed head-on into the guardrail as if he'd tried to take the exit and just never bothered to turn his wheel. I was horrified, and couldn't understand why the cop was already there unless he was waiting for something else, like the ones at the Shirley exit. Maybe this guy was taking the exit, saw him there, panicked and tried to change his mind and go back on the highway instead of the exit. I hope this one is in the paper tomorrow because it was very confusing to see 4 cops in a 3 mile stretch of road (wait, 5 if you count the one that was going the other way with his lights on.) Only bad mark on the night, and luckily, it didn't involve us.

What a wonderful day it is here in Leominster-land! It's about 65 degrees out right now, the sun is shining, and by 8pm tonight I'll have a bag of candy to steal from! What more could a gal ask for?

We picked up Mike the fish from the fishsitters, and he seems no worse for the wear. Thanks to C for taking good care of him.

I have a list of things to do a mile long, and I don't think I'll get to half of it. We have soccer at 1:30, and leave for my sister's house for trick or treating around 4:30. Between now and then we should really deal with all the leaves in the yard, put away the furniture from the deck, transfer all the movies off the movie camera onto the computer and then onto disk to share with the other families, go through the photos and send the good ones to CVS to be printed, pick up the prints, finish Junior's journal for school tomorrow...uh, ya, I don't see this all happening today, do you? Add to that I need to re-wash part of the kitchen floor and the bathroom floor, and we want to swap our mattress for the one on the bed in the spare room. It might actually be easier to just start sleeping in the spare room, to tell you the truth.

Well, enough sitting here chatting with you guys, I've got chores to do!