Today’s Update Part Two. (The One That None Of You Will Understand.)
That Certain Song, by that Certain Someone
What the hell does it mean?
Is it autobiographical?
Can I use it? (For the book. As inspiration I mean.)
If it means anything, will it kill me when I find out?
I . . .
(Dues? twenty-fricking-four!)
Whose dues did she pay?
How did the (certain thing) come about? (Abuse. Disease.)
Photo. I know the photo. (Not the one with Marcia, either. She didn't even look at him. Bleh.) No. The one with the teeth and the ring. ( The one that looks like somebody is holding somebody up. She sure seemed to be enjoying it. I did mention the teeth, didn't I? )
For granted. What? That she wasn't (somewhere around) twelve when you met. That you could possibly have one (pardon my French) damn thing in common, besides her desire to be rich and your desire to run somebody's life. (Not a misogynist. A damn sadist.)
And then suddenly they play "Don't Ask Me Why"
Thank goodness for Billy Joel songs.
(I probably should not write this. But my life being what it is at this moment, I don't give a damn who reads it or what they might think! I need to get these things out of my head and heart before they both explode.)
Today’s Update Part One
Haven't written since before Thanksgiving. Reason? Unbelievably ill. (Not food poisoning. Just some random illness on top of being really tired.)
Been listening to music the last couple of days. [Someone] bought me a pair of Maxell earphones for an early birthday present. Wonderful, specially since someone accidentally destroyed my last pair over a week ago. No music might've been one reason I haven't felt well the last several days. It does soothe the soul.
Just listened to three great songs in a row. Bob Seger's West of The Moon, Neil Diamond's And The Singer Sings His Song (the type of song I wish he still sang), and right now I'm in the middle of Jackson Browne's The Road (from Running On Empty -- when he was autobiographical and really, really good.)
Also been looking back at my old comic strip collections. (I've got books --- stuff like Doonesbury and For Better or For Worse --- and actual strips from newspapers --- more recent stuff, smaller collections. Everybody thinks I'm a pack rat, but I'm really a collector.) Looking at them all has given me an idea about a new page for the site. History in a comic nutshell sort of thing.
(I have another update ready to load up. In about five minutes. But it's deeply personal and kind of strange and not exactly completely coherent. Not that this one is either.)
Well, there are other holidays to come. (Wonder why no one calls them Holy Days. Maybe because we've wrung all the Holy out of them.)
(Did I mention there might be at least one curse word in the next update? No. Well, there is one. ---The d-word. D-A not D-I. What kind of person do you think I am? --There used to be another one, but I edited it because I didn't feel like alienating any new people. The word I edited begins with an f.)
So, in case I don't write for a long time for some reason. Have many happy Holy Days. (Whichever ones you like.)
What? Me Fail?
No, no. I really, really don't look at it as a failure. I've had a pretty bad month. This week isn't going so great either. I have the worst case of writer's block in the Western Hemisphere. I feel like screaming. I'm just not capable of keeping any sort of daily schedule at this point.
I will continue to blog. I will continue to try and find content for the rest of the site. This is my only "extra" thing. I deserve it. I'm keeping it. No matter what. Probably.
Seen a few interesting layouts this last week that I might try and implement here. (Yes. That's what I've been doing, instead of writing I've been "surfing" and reading.)
Might not blog tomorrow. My mother arrives at ten in the morning and expects to get back across town to her apartment by nightfall. (Being as I don't believe that to be possible, my mother will be sleeping in the room with the computer tomorrow night so I will not be able to update at midnight.)
Planned menu for tomorrow:
Sweet potato tarts and cherry granola breakfast thingies (for breakfast) (only we probably won't eat breakfast because my mother has most of the breakfast ingredients with her and won't be here until after 10:00 a.m.)
Turkey and trimmings: (shooting for a late lunch at around 2:30 p.m.) I will really try and get the turkey done by 1:00 p.m.. The dressing will take another hour (because my mother will only eat the kind you cook in a pan in the oven -- not something I could do in 20 minutes on the stove.)
Dessert will be one apple pie and one pecan pie. (Since I can't get them into the oven any earlier than 2:00 they can't possibly be done until at least 3:00. Someone remind me --- and my mother --- what time the sun sets this time of year.)
Wait. Okay. Never mind. I'm a failure. Tomorrow will probably be a horrible disaster. You may never hear from me again. (If I survive I will definitely write a post on Friday (after my mother leaves).
Happy Thanksgiving. (I wish we were all vegetarians. But I can't stand the pressure of a beautiful, sweet eight pound hen.)
(I'm going to try and watch the parade ---on tv, you know, the Big One --- with my kid. We've never been up to see the beginning. I'm hoping tomorrow is the day. If it is I'm taking notes and maybe photos --- of my kid, not the tv.)
Just Under The Wire . . . Maybe.
Today is new stuff day. It's basically about stuff I didn't know stuff about until today.
1) I know stuff about curling (the sport). It is really cool. I love curling. It's interesting and . . . stuff. If you would like to find out stuff about it go to www.curlingbasics.com (Very informative little animations there too. Great!)
2) edited and deleted by me for many reasons
3) Irregular Webcomic is verrry verrry cute. Why didn't I know about this before. (My thanks to ohnorobot.com for sending me that direction.) Can be found at irregularwebcomic.net
4) www.ohnorobot.com just gets better and better. (I actually knew that before today, but I keep finding new sites there all the time.)
5) Found Steve Jackson Games. It is really cool. Found it through irregular webcomic, which I found through ohnorobot. What a mighty web the world has woven! (Yikes! Did I just write that?) Check out www.sjgames.com The Illuminator part is pretty great, especially the Site of The Week (Archives). www.sjgames.com
So My Friend L. She Says To Me . . .
She says, "T.," that's what she calls me (we call each other by our initials). "You will not believe who I met while we were on the shoot."
My friend is a photographer's assistant ( a famous photographer -- not some Joe Shmoe ) and she gets to go everywhere. In the last several months she's been to Italy, France, Portugal --- you name it. Anyway. . .
"Who?"
"A certain person, with certain initials." (Yes. I have edited this conversation. I will never get my friend in trouble.)
"Really? Ho-hum. And. So."
"Liar. You're dying for me to tell you."
"Fine. Tell me."
"He's nice. Not a warm person, but nice. I recognized him and I introduced myself and I said 'My best friend has the biggest crush on you.'"
"You did what!" If I could have strangled her through the phone I would have.
She was laughing uncontrollably. "Yep. He thought that was cute. I showed him that picture of all of us together and said she's the cute one in the middle. He laughed and said we were all pretty cute. I think he liked your look the best."
"Can you please stop?"
"Anyway. He was waiting for ehem someone, so I thought I'd get out of there before she showed up. But I got his autograph. I'm sending it to you in the mail. Plus, I saw her. She looks about ten years older in real life. All that smiling has given her crow's feet like you would not believe. Seriously."
"Thanks. That makes me feel much better. I don't have crow's feet, at least."
We laughed and laughed. Then I asked her about her social life and she clammed up. Like she always does. Got her to promise to do at least one post this weekend. [Which has been edited out for good reasons.] She's so fabulous. It's amazing she's my friend.
Yes. I Know. I’m Late, Again.
Missed two days. I have no explanation except that I got bored. I ran out of steam. I apologize. I overestimated my attention span. No problem, though. I will simply take a day or two off every so often and come back when I am feeling better.
(You will note that I still have nothing to say. Too bad the elections are over.)
I'll try and write more this afternoon. I'm too sleepy right now. (You will note that it is 2:36 in the blankety blank A. M. !) So, good night. Good morning. Farewell. May all your days be full of peace and joy.
Day Thirteen: Unlucky? Who Can Tell.
This is day thirteen. I'm not superstitious but it has not been the most lucky day of my life. I've had computer problems. (They're getting worse.) I've had my kid being a spoiled brat problems. (She seems to be getting much too big for her britches all of a sudden.) I've had writer's block. (For two days now.) I'm still having personal problems. (Not worse, but not better.)
Watched Tank Girl tonight. What a heck of a movie! It was kookie and weird and very '80s. Heck, it was more '80s than the '80s. Sort of liked it. (I have one question: Kangaroos? Why kangaroos? My friend thinks it was an Australian movie. I don't know, but that might explain the kangaroos.)
Also looked for toys for the kid for next month's major holiday. Tell me something: Do you think a three year old would really like the new chunky Weebles or should I get something else? I'll probably get her one of those Shake and Go racer cars (probably the red one from the movie Cars). But I need one or two big things for us and my mother to get her. (Did I mention she's spoiled rotten?)
She's gotten it into her head that she's a pirate, but I don't see dressing her up in a pirate outfit and giving her a sword. (For one thing she'd be beating people in the head with it. See rotten.)
That's it. I'm done. I can't think of anything else. So, goodnight. Fare thee well. Peace to you all.
Day Twelve: If Anybody Mentions The Twelve Days Of Christmas. . .
They are gonna get a fat lip.
And once again this is a re-post. In all fairness, at least this time it wasn't the fault of WordPress, but rather the fault of Netscape who doesn't give enough warning before cutting you off.
I'm tired. I'm sick of posting and re-posting. I'm bored. I have nothing to say. I'm thinking of having someone else write this post for awhile. (I have someone in mind. She's like a sister to me ---which is difficult for someone of my difficult frame of mind. So, L. if you are listening. Heads up, gal. Are you ready to take over?)
We'll see. If she decides to take over I'm sure she'll do a great job. And I'll post every once in a while. (Otherwise, I'll post everyday anyway and they'll just be as miserable and boring as the last few have been.)
Farewell. For how long, I know not. Peace and safety to you all.
Day Eleven: I’ve Got Just Enough Time To . . .
Write a very short post.
Hello. How are y'all doing? I'm doing fine, considering.
Considering what? That I live in a town with 4 buses. I have no working automobile. I'm agoraphobic with panic disorder. I'm sick of everything in my life with the exception of my child. I just found out that between June of 2001 and October of 2002 I was completely wasting my time. (And the years after that weren't spent too wisely either.)
Oh, whine, whine, moan, moan. I know, I know. I'll come up out of this depression in a little while. I have a doctors appointment in a few weeks. Maybe one of the doctors will be able to help me out, or at least tell me what's causing me to feel this way. (Two months ago I was fine. I don't know what has changed. My mother thinks its early menopause. I'm only 36. ---Thanks, Mom. You really know how to cheer a person up.)
I'm really too depressed. I'll try to cheer up by tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight. (I wonder what the Thread is over at x-entertainment.) So, I'll say good-bye for now. Goodnight and may your tomorrows be peaceful and plentiful.
Day Ten : I’m In SpongeBob Squarepants Hell
Today was The Best Day Ever --- for the under 8 set who love Mr. Squarepants. It was on Nickelodeon for twenty-four hours. They even had Patchy the Pirate (the voice of Spongebob) challenge kids to try and stay up for the entire 24 hours. (I didn't have that problem. My kid is three. She goes to bed when [I] say so.) I'll bet the parents of the world now really, really love Spongebob and friends. (Sarcasm is so difficult to relate in writing. So, just let me tell you. I'm being sarcastic. I'm pretty sure we all hate Mr. S and all his lovely little friends almost equally.)
That being said, I myself had a rather productive day. I got about ten new pages of my NoWriMo novel written. (I had given up on it because I had lost all motivation. I almost lost it again today. My computer wiped out several pages more than once.) I'm terribly behind, but I figure if I can write ten pages a day for the next ten days I'll be caught up.
[Edited for reasons] I [really] love the story. It's a great story and a little unique for a love story. (I'm not saying I'm a great writer, but I'm a very good idea person. I might not be able to "sell" it well on the page, but if I told you the story you'd think it was awesome.)
I might put an excerpt of it ( a very small one ) up on the site. I've been meaning to find a way to put up fiction and poetry. (I tried something this last week that didn't work like I wanted so I gave up. I will try again, though.)
Small problem developing here. I think my video card is going out on my computer. That's probably just the beginning. This thing is two years old now and has been slowly falling apart for the last six months. (I've learned to keep everything important on seperate discs. I will not be caught off-guard again.)
Ah. Well. What will happen will happen. Until the breakdown occurs I will keep posting. Every single day. At around 11:30 at night.
I can't think of anything else right now, so I'll sign off. Goodnight. I'll be back tomorrow. Sleep peaceful and well. [This part was edited for many reasons.] Bye.
Day Number Nine: And This Is My Second Attempt At This Post
Which is fine, because the first attempt was unbelievably awful and might have gotten me in tons of trouble. (Can someone please explain to me why I keep getting "no script" tags in my html?)
I have every intention of rewriting that first post and hang the consequences. But not today. (I know a warning when I get one.) I believe in coincidences, you see. The problem may be something simple that I could have easily avoided, but coincidentally, I was, and still am, completely unaware of that fact (if indeed it is a fact).
Basically that first post detailed how miserable I am and with what aspects (almost all of them) of my life. And why. Etcetera. Etcetera. Et-weeping-cetera.
Unfortunately, I used up all my motivation on that first attempt. I'm emotionally exhausted and I feel very uncreative. Basically, I got nothing. Thanks for visiting and have a good night. (I will probably be writing about CSI and Shark tomorrow. So be sure and come again.) Sweet dreams and may all your skies be . . . whatever color you want them to be.
Yes. I Am “Still” Awake. (If By Still You Mean Since Tuesday.)
It's not that bad, but nearly. What's the problem, you may ask? (Well, you might ask it once you read this post about eight or ten hours from now.)
One problem is I'm in pain. I'm achy all over and I have a tickly throat and (yes, I said tickly) I just feel really awful. I have come to the conclusion that when they gave my child the flu vaccine they inadvertently gave me the flu itself. I hope not. If I have the flu I may never recover. Why? Because of the afore (several places) mentioned er, um, mention that I haven't slept. In fact I rarely sleep, and to recover from the flu a person must sleep.
Oh, whine, whine, whine. But seriously I really hope I do not have the flu.
So, anyway. I feel like writing and I do not feel like working on my NoWriMo novel. That is one piece of well prepared for fiction that may never be completed. (I think I'll save that explanation for some time tomorrow or the next day when I'm not sick and really tired.)
So, what do I want to write about?
I have a list. . . .
1) [Edited for many, many reasons]
2) How much I despise certain Americans. (I could name several, but if I name names I might have legal problems.)
3) How you get started on something that's been on your mind for a long time (say since June of 2001) and you get a really cool angle on it and then you find out things that sap you of all desire to complete (or even continue) said something. (Such as a novel.)
4) How tired I am and how much I need to go to sleep, but I can't stop staring at the computer screen for some reason.
5) How I've been planning to do something for a really long time now and finally decided to do it this last week only my personal life is desperately trying to fall apart and I really don't know if now is the best time or not. (I'm writing an e-mail tomorrow to someone who should be able to help me figure this out. So, I'll be writing about this on Saturday Night and Sunday probably so I don't need to write about it now, especially seeing as I'm not sure about . . . well, anything.)
6) How I wish I could write really very personal things here but am constrained because I'm about to have a legal situation going on that will require me to be less --- um --- open to the millions of persons and professionals (lawyers) who have access to the internet.
Okay. I have just spent a long page writing about ---um, not much---and now I'm bored. Not sleepy, but yawn-enducingly bored. So, I'm going to take this opportunity to lie down, shut my eyes, put on earphones and see if Neil Diamond can still put me to sleep. So good-night. (Again, Ya-stinkin'-hoo!!!) Let's all have really deep sleep and wonderful dreams. (Perhaps mine won't contain Mimi Rogers with an Australian accent and the Devil --- again tonight. Trust me that dream is a post all it's own.)
Okay. I'm done now. I really have to sleep, but I've just come up with a doozy of a post for tomorrow, assuming I don't decide against it. Sleep well, all. Peace and joy to all and have a very good day.
We’re Number One! (I Wonder What That Makes The Republicans?)
Virginia is wonderful! We won!
I mean. . .it's not really that simple. We did win, but we've got to be diligent. All our Senators and Congressmen (and women) must vote every time. They must not get complacent. We need to keep an eye on their record and if they miss votes we need to call them on it. If they keep missing votes we need to let them know they won't be there next term.
We needed the Democrats to win to shake things up, but we "the people" don't need any one party or person to run this country. We "the people" will choose who runs this country and we will put them in office and we will take them out of office. We are the boss of them, not the other way around.
I'm happy, so far. I'm blissed out, so far. I feel like "our" team just won the Super Bowl, the World Series, and the NBA Championship all at one time. (Whew!) Thanks to everyone who voted. Thanks to everyone who cared. Thanks to everyone who kept a good thought. We are "Number One" (no matter who's in office) and we proved it today. Yeah Us! Go Us! Hooray for The People!
(This will really, really, really be the last political post. Unless of course "King George" wishes to resign. I'd put up a special post for that. I'd post every hour on the hour all day long. I'd petition to make that day a national holiday. I'd bake three cakes and twelve dozen cookies and give 'em away on the corner. I'd be so happy. It's not likely to happen, but hope springs eternal.)
I do not intend to post again today. (I might, but I don't intend to.) So, until tomorrow. Fare thee well. Sleep well. Be thankful to . . . well, every registered voter that went to the polls. . . and whatever Higher Power you believe in. Peace and joy to us all. (And again, thanks a million.)
Eight Is Great! Goodbye Rummy!
(And don't let the front door hit ya where your Maker split ya.)
Can I get an "All Right!"? The future looks bright ahead. We might not get a Democratic President next time but we sure as heck aught to be able to get a better Republican than the one we've been saddled with for the last six years. Plus, I think that Democratic majority in the House can hold its own for the next couple of years.
We can get it done. We are the people. We know what we can do and we are not ineffectual. (Pity the poor Californians. I was wondering why I left there.)
This is my last political statement for awhile. I'm sick of politics. I'm sick of bad politics. (Why can't we all just run clean campaigns and let people win on their merits and their good looks. Hahaha. --- I'm very upset over Ford, Jr.'s loss in Tennessee. --- No accounting for some things I guess.)
So, tomorrow is another day and unless King (but not for long) George Poopyhead does something incredibly clueless, I will not be speaking of politics until the Democrats declare a front runner for President. That's a long while from now. So, tomorrow will be about my kid and my problems and solving or not solving them. I have some people in my personal life that I would like to "step down." In a perfect universe I'd be writing cookie recipes and happy poetry. This universe "ain't" perfect so I'll whine until I get my way. (Hahaha. Just joking. Maybe.)
(Did you notice. . . I'm actually posting really early today. Hurray for me!)
I'm gonna say good-bye for now and wish you all a happy day after election day and warn y'all not to get too drunk celebrating The End of Rumsfeld's Reign Day. (We got to find a better name for it than that.) Keep a good thought. (Virginia! Think good thoughts for Virginia!)
Peace (and we just might get a little) and better days to you all! (Amen. So be it. Yahoo!)
Lucky Number Seven. GO DEMS! Pleeeease!
Anybody out there that might be reading this, if you believe in a Higher Power, please light a candle or say a prayer or whatever you do that tomorrow brings us a (future) Democratic majority in the Senate. All of those who want to see change, all of those who have wished for it and dreamed of it and prayed for it, all of you have to know that if the Democrats get that majority we will see change. The Democrats have no choice. Really the Republicans have no choice. If the Republicans keep their majority with little or no change to their numbers and then they "stay the course", or if the Democrats gain the majority and do not have the guts to force some changes, the next election will see a political uprising. If the two major political parties are unwilling to listen to the people and make changes, then third parties will make great strides and we could very well see an Independent in the White House within the next two terms. That might be dangerous, but standing still is probably the most dangerous thing any government can do.
We the people will not stand by and let our democracy stagnate. If we must change it, then we will. We will find a majority that will listen and work with us, or we will change the laws and the way things are run and we will change them in a very big way. We can do it, we have done it in the past, and we will do it in the future.
We the people have taken enough. Now, we will take a stand. No matter what. We will not be frightened and we will not be pushed around. We will fulfill our duties as citizens, the main one being to preserve this Democratic Republic. Even if that means turning it into an Independent Democracy. Or something else entirely.
After tomorrow I will be stepping down from my soapbox and become a more gentle and congenial blogger. At least until the next big misstep by our government.
Let's all keep a good thought. Sleep well and have sweet dreams of a truly free and independent nation. Peace and good night. There's nothing more to say.
Sixth Post. (Sorry East Coast — I Was Having A Small Family Meltdown)
Yes. I'm forty minutes late on the East Coast. I'm sorry, but my life was falling apart for most of the day today. It's mostly straightened out now, and it wasn't life or death (not really). I'm still dealing with it and will continue to for some time now, but I'm fine for the moment and ready to write a small, quick post.
Tomorrow is the day for all men and women to stand up for their right to a free and DEMOCRATIC (hint) society. It is our DEMOCRATIC (hint) right and duty to go to the polls and VOTE in the wonderful DEMOCRATIC (hint) process. So let's get out there and be very DEMOCRATIC (hint). GO DEMOCRACY (hint)!
I have nothing else to say. (Democrat) Have a (Democrat) wonderful (Democrat) VOTING DAY. (DEMOCRAT)
Fifth Post (If I Can Get It Written)
Here I am. Nearly late as usual. Hopefully I can get it written and posted just under the wire. Why am I late? Spent an hour and a half this afternoon dancing to Neil Diamond with my kid. She made me pick her up and hold her through almost two whole albums. (Yikes! One of them was Headed For The Future. I own the album. Proves that I am a true admirer.) So, I was late doing everything else, including getting her ready for bed. So. . .
What do I really have to say? Not much. We raked the yard today. I would've had a dozen pics of the kid rolling in leaves but my mother was here and . . . she hates having her picture taken. (Plus, I left two of the camera's batteries in my CD player the other night when I was having trouble sleeping. I popped in the soundtrack to The Jazz Singer and was asleep by the time "Songs of Life" was over. Unfortunately, the batteries had had it by the time I woke up the next day and I hadn't put them back in the charger so . . . no pics. There might be one more serious session of raking to do before winter sets in. If so, there'll be plenty of cute pics of my kid up to her neck in leaves. Otherwise, they'll be plenty of pics of her up to her neck in snow in a few weeks.)
Surely, I can find more to talk about than how I spent my afternoon. Not really. Let's see what the news looks like. Hmm. No surprises. No good news, no horrible news. Nothing stirs me.
I have nothing to say . . . in the next nine minutes anyway. I might be back in a few, after I've browsed around a bit. Oh, yeah. In case I don't get back to this tonight. Please remember to VOTE! Goodnight. (And may your chosen form of Higher Power look over you and all of us.)
See. Told You I’d Be Back.
I'm back. Had to do something in the kitchen. Didn't take long. So. What's new? Hmmm. Can't think of anything. Hmmm.
Thought about some things today that I haven't thought about in a long time. Wound up deciding to put it off for another year. Do some study on my own. Dear old "Barter's Garden" here (not the real name of my town but the initials are the same) is not the perfect place to see this thing to completion. I could, but I think I'd feel uncomfortable in such a small community. (Not a good reason. The comfort situation is going to be sketchy at best no matter where I am when I finally make the committment.) I do have a lot of personal things to settle first and I would like to move to a larger town. I've even thought of moving to the metropolitan New York City area-ish. But that's only if the writing takes off in a reasonably big way (or I get a huge winfall like winning the lottery or someone leaving me a lot of money in a will --- neither of those things is likely to happen).
So, I'll probably have to settle for moving to Nashville, or Huntsville, Alabama, or Louisville, Kentucky. (Either of those three places have a sizable enough community so that I could probably feel like a very small tadpole in a sizable pond. I can't imagine giving up my personal anonymity.) I might get that done within the year. Maybe even by summer if I can beg or borrow the money. (I thought I needed a small town after living in Los Angeles for so long. But it turns out I'm more stifled here than I ever was there. Go figure.)
I really have to get to some place with good public transportation and some kind of art scene. I'm more comfortable with the artsy crowd. For two cents and the promise that their won't be another major earthquake there for another thirty years, I'd go back to Southern California.
Hey, I just had a great idea. If anyone who still reads this blog --- you're out there, I can hear you breathing --- knows of any place within a six hour train or bus ride from the metro New York City area --- preferably a place with at least 100,000 residents --- let me know about it. Just leave a comment telling me how great the town is and how wonderful the transportation and education and arts are there. (Okay. That's confusing, I know. But if you've been coming for awhile you can probably decipher my babbling by now.)
I'm seriously trying to fulfill lifelong dreams here. Any intellectual help would be greatly appreciated. (If that even makes any sense. Arggh. I'm just not making much sense at all today. Geesh.)
This was a long, meandering post, but at least it's done. Keep posting comments and lists from the earlier post. I don't mind a little disorder. ('If I had my life in order I'd be dangerous,' to paraphrase a quote on a notebook that one of my favorite teachers once gave me.)
Okay. I'm stopping. I'm going to bed soon. I might make more sense tomorrow. Nah. Probably not. As for now, good night and good morning and until next time I wish you peace and happiness and a bit of good fortune in whatever you do. 'Bye.
(And then I forgot to change the timestamp. Yikes! It's fixed now though. Thanks.)
Fourth Post: It’s Short. But I’ll Be Back.
Short post, just to get me under the midnight wire on the East coast. I have a simple question for you folks.
How many Neil Diamond songs (written and/or [just] sung) can you name --- without looking it up?
Third Post! All Right! I’m On A Roll!
I'm doing well, concidering. I'm into this NaNoWriMo thing. Trying to right a novel in one month. So far I'm two days behind and the little that I have got written I've just about decided to completely rewrite. I think the problem is I'm working on the wrong novel. This one's too important. It's a fantasy. It's a dream. It's about what would happen if my fondest wish were suddenly, and without warning, granted. How I would deal with it, what would happen and what some of the consequences might be. (Can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.) It's a very important story to me. I think I can't write it quick like this. I have a few other stories that I've outlined and taken notes for, but it really is as if every story is a child. They are all very important to me. I could make up one to start on brand new, but then it's so difficult to get up the motivation to write. If you don't care about the story you don't "care about the story". So, I'm off to a bang up start. (Sigh!)
So. . .What else am I doing? Trying to read a little. I'm finally trying to read "Davinci Code". It starts out with a bang. (Ehm.) I can put it down though. Maybe I should get the audio book. Wonder if it's out yet and if so who does the narration. (I hope Brown is smart enough not to do his own voice work. I think it's so dull when authors do their own audio. Except for Dave Barry. He's as super hilarious in audio as he is in print. )
Do me a favor everybody, please. VOTE! It's very very important. (Please Democrats, be listening.) One vote might not count, but if everybody that might read this (every Dem. that is --- oh, all right, Reps can go ahead and vote too, I guess, geesh ) goes out and votes then there is no telling what might happen.
Okay. Let's recap. I can't write on schedule. I can't get interested in one of the most interesting books of the last decade and I can't help but dread the election results. (Sigh.) Probably be easier to list the things I can do. Ummmmm. That's funny. I can't think of anything, off the top of my head.
Well, goodnight. Farewell. See you soon. Vote. Taylor out. Peace out. (For Pete's sake, vote! --- Wait, I said that already. Well, it bears repeating.) Until tomorrow. Sweet dreams and a very Democratic tomorrow to you all. Thanks.
Second Daily Post
Something isn't working right. Sorry. It's definitely not my fault. I will try and find out what's going on. (For some reason WordPress doesn't recognize me. I'm still posting through my Yahoo management site but I'm not sure it'll do any good. Fingers crossed.)
I really am trying. (Sigh.)
First Daily Post
(This is a redo of this post. Something is terribly wrong with the server or the way I posted this on Wednesday or something. There is an extra little bit of html on the earlier post. I can’t get rid of it and I can’t get in to change it so I just had to put it up again. Hope it doesn’t screw up this time.)
Okay. This is it. It’s November. It’s the first. There are an hour and eight minutes left. (Or eight minutes, if you’re on the East Coast.) I like cutting things close. Plus, I can’t think of a thing to write. I’m bored and slightly depressed. This is basically forced. Sorry. I’ll have something better tomorrow. Maybe. Goodbye. (Wait a minute. Did you watch that Futurama on Cartoon Network tonight? It was hilarious.)
Yes. I’m still bored. Not so much depressed. Really, really bored though. (Yawn.)
More tomorrow. Maybe even something interesting. But probably not. Good night.
( Yes. As a redo it sucks. It sucked the first time around, also. But what do you expect. It was the first time around — even the second time. Hahaha. Nevermind. )
