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If you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right.

I probably owe the internets an apology for extreme crankiness already. Unfortunately, there are no signs of it abating any time soon. *bites bars of cage*

Slightly delayed progress notes for 25 October 2006, because it took all damned night to get anything done at all:


New Words:  933
Total Words: 4,091
Pages: 20
Deadline: Dec 31. (This is deceptive, as I have to have a proposal done Nov 15, and a novella by the end of the year as well.)
Reason for stopping: tired, bitchy, and out of ideas

Stimulants:  cooooooooffee. Also some tea.
Exercise: Gym with ashacat, 20 minutes of juggling.
Songs mutilated: The Gambler, Leavin' On A Jet Plane.  www.fitday.com says that 40 minutes of seated gittar playing burns 52 calories. I am Amused.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd trying to shove the laptop off my lap.
Mail: I confused purpleprimate slightly, but sie doesn't seem to mind too much.

Today's words Word don't know: unconfessable, suitjacket, moggy
Words I'm surprised Word do know: bloodsucking. Did I teach it that one? I don't think so. Vampires of Redmond!

Mean Things: Ungrateful children.
Tyop du Jour: I am devoid of good tyops these days. So sad.
Darling du jour: I am darlingless.
Jury-rigging: But I have a plot. I just have to figure out how to get my viewpoint character to find it.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Epaphras smokes, as previously mentioned. ("Do you smoke after sex?" "I don't know. I never looked.")
Other writing-related work: none
Books in progress: Cory Doctorow, Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town
The Internet is full of Things: I did this already today.
The glamour!: *brrr*



It's the Kenny Rogers Plays Tetris song!

Unless you think he's playing something else on his Gameboy. But my bet is Tetris.
...your cultural referent eludes me, young person...
"If you're gonna play the Gameboy, you gotta learn to play it right!"

What, you think he was a SuperMario guy?
I think you're right about Tetris.

And man, I am slow this morning. And you are sharp.
I am experienced in The Silly, is what. I am not so much sharp. I am the one who was pondering listening to jmeadows's ferrets.

The height of my mental acuity right now is singing along the Abbey Road.

(one two three four five six seven)
Good thing for you they didn't get sneaky with the lyrics and start using the Fibonacci Sequence or something instead.

Ahh, the lost Beatles Geeky Years.
This is one of the real dark secrets behind my ongoing David Bowie thing.

He is. Such. A Geek Boy.

I like that in my pop stars, as well as in my friends. *g*
Why do you think my first rock star crush was on the entire membership of BNL?

They're like a smorgasbord of geek. *happy sigh*
Hee. They totally are.

TMBG, too.

Geek Boys. Now with added leather pants. And smutty intellectual lyrics.

I had really bad cognitive dissonance at my first TMBG show, because one of the Johns reminds me of my first lab TA from college. You cannot have a crush on your first lab TA. It was a department Thing. It was like having a crush on your brother or your dad or something: Just Not Okay.

Then I saw the "Lovers in a Dangerous Time," and Steve totally looks like my actual dad around the time of my birth in that. Ackackack. Happily, they have diverged.
Hee. My lab partner in Geology ditched me so she could switch sections and date the TA.

Gorgeous girl. La.
Jim Croce?

Also a geek boy.

Also, worst sentence I have ever uttered in all seriousness: "It wasn't until I saw him dressed as a Jedi that I realized that Weird Al is pretty hot."

I love some of the concert recordings, where he'll go off for ten minutes on some story about Scottish history...

...Weird Al is pretty hot. It's kind of unsettling. On the other hand, hello me with the Richard O'Brien thing. Okay, not in RHPS. But Dark City?


I'll take a gross.

(And I love you anyway)
I think the unsettling bit for me was the realization that all the times he was his own best sight gag (to borrow a phrase BNL has applied to themselves), it was by choice.

I have too much of a Thing for hair to really go for Richard O'Brien, but I love you anyway, too.

Also, Mr. Yankovic can *dance.*
Listen to ferrets, yes. But never take their advice. They are crap advice-givers, and will only occasionally steer you right by accident (for steering you wrong is far more entertaining).

See, I am used to listening to Poodle Logic, which is often relentless but never capricious. She has a reason for thinking that floor vents shoot out porn if you scratch them the right way.
They don't?

I firmly believe MS Invented Bloodsucking.