Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
Netflix streaming for Macs was released as a beta. I am doomed. I will never finish my Nano Novel now. Curse you, Netflix!
The first movie I tested was “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.” I believe that movie has the longest opening credit sequence in the history of movies. Five minutes of animated credits. Junior thought I was watching a cartoon. I watched 10 minutes before realizing that I shouldn’t be watching a movie until I finish my NaNoWriMo word count for the day. Bad Jody!
This is my 7th or 8th year of doing NaNoWriMo, and every year I go into it with a slightly different attitude. This year I was looking forward to it for the past two weeks (of course – when I wasn’t allowed to type a word) but this morning there was very little if any excitement. And I had things that needed to be done today that did not allow me to sit and write, including spending 5, yes 5, hours at the baseball field while my son played his game AND the one that followed, because they didn’t have enough kids. He was psyched because the 2nd game was far more laid back and he got to try catching for the first time. He caught for two innings – the first and the last, and definitely did better the 2nd time. Maybe it won’t be a bad thing for him to try to pick up, although personally, I would never want to be a catcher. Way way way too much pressure. That kind of stuff doesn’t seem to bother him, though.
So anyway, I hit the minimum word could for today (the words I’m typing here don’t count. D’oh!) which is good, but really, I should have been able to do much better. The first day of Nano you should be like a crazed monkey, just typing until you pass out, especially if the first day of Nano is on a weekend. I feel like I did not take advantage of the free gift of November 1st falling on a Saturday. Oh well, too late to do much about it.
For the record, the first few pages of the novel are kind of a young adult thing, because I realized that my son and his friend are going to want to see what I’ve done with the names we all came up with for my characters. I don’t know if I’ll be able to carry this through 30 days, and there are no clear plot ideas yet (unfortunately for me, I actually try to NOT think about my Nano novel prior to November 1st because that feels like cheating. But that means I don’t have any idea what the hell I’m writing about for the first couple of days. We’ll have to see how that goes.
I know you are probably figuring that with my recent $150,000 wardrobe enhancement, I’m probably doing pretty well in the cash department. Well, sure, I have $150,000 in enhancements, but you can’t take a pair of shoes down to Chilis for a dish of queso, now, can you? I didn’t think so.
So in the fine tradition of Massachusetts politicians, I am willing to stuff my bra full of any bribe money you want to give me. I’m not exactly sure what you’d be bribing me to do (or not do) but let us not focus on that. Let us focus on the fact that I think the best way for you to provide me with the bribe money is in anything larger than a ten dollar bill. I mean, really, ones? Do I look like a lap dancer to you?
Oh, and by the way, if you are going to take photos of me taking the cash and sticking it in my bra, can you make sure you use a flattering camera angle? The whole “under the table” thing really accents areas of my being that we should probably all just ignore.
Thank you for your bribe. It was a pleasure *cough* doing business with you.
I got an email reminder from my very very dear friend and personal mentor, C Monks this morning, reminding me that today’s the day to order his book. Because he saw fit to make me a member of his Hall of Fame, he is one of my favorite people on the planet. And thus, I pass along the ordering info for his book, which, by the way, sounds fantastic. Go order a copy and maybe he’ll put you in his HOF. If you send him a photo and ask nicely.
This is an impersonal, yet friendly reminder about the “Order My Book
Extravaganza!” As you might remember, today, October 29th, I’m trying to get as
many people as possible to order my new book, “The Ultimate Game Guide to Your
Life” from Amazon.com. I would greatly appreciate your support. Simply follow
this link,
and you’ll be a few clicks away from participating in what is sure to be, if I
may be so bold, the most exciting book-buying extravaganza you’ve been a part of
in at least the last couple of months. Or so.
See, it’s just that easy! Go order one! Or five! Christmas is coming!
Saturday night we briefly lost power due to the high winds and other assorted lightening-y activity. It came back within 2 minutes or so, and everything was dandy. Except in the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom, and noted that the clock said it was somewhere in the 1:15am range. But when I looked at my watch in the bathroom (yes, I often wear my watch to bed. You never know when you might want to check the time without rolling over to look at the alarm clock) it said it was after 2am. Huh. That’s odd.
When we finally woke up Sunday morning, my watch said it was 8am. But the alarm clock said it was 4am.
Oy.
I reset it and it eventually lost 5 hours over the course of Sunday. I was thinking it might be fun to play alarm clock roulette in the morning, but I decided to go to Target to replace it. Got one that will charge and play my iPod, which means I can wake up to music I actually like!
Still, I don’t get how a digital alarm clock, plugged into an outlet, can just lose time like that. It wasn’t running on batteries, it was plugged in. I’m sure there’s some really science-y explanation, but to me, if a cheapo digital alarm clock breaks, it’s something like the alarm stops working, or the display goes wonky. Losing time? I have a wall clock my friend Kim gave me as a shower present 15+ years ago and that one barely loses time when the battery goes low.
I hope God wasn’t trying to send me a message to sleep in this morning because the new alarm clock worked very very well.
