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holiday cheer

Well, last night was Clockwork’s holiday party. Laura and I had a blast. (Clockwork is the supplier of my bling, btw.) You just can’t go wrong with free wine and beer… especially when it’s good wine. I saw coolass (one-word!) and irish-girl, and jeremy (moonpost?)… returning irish girl’s copy of the first three A Series of Unfortunate Events books to her at the end of the night. (It’s fun to refer to people by their domain names. Coolass will be disappointed I didn’t add the anchors in there, but I’m feeling lazy.)

When I got home, Nate really wanted to exchange presents (so I’d play mine and he could see it, I’m sure). Of course he had to twist my arm but I eventually caved in. Laura almost gave away that I’d hidden the new Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 in the box of a really old game, Ski Resort Tycoon. She was cute and tipsy.

Nate got me the new Ratchet and Clank game… it’s more of the same, but man is the same good. That makes at least two (maybe three if you count Katamari Damacy) playstation games that I’m totally addicted to. I think it’s funny that the PS2 has been out longer than the other two systems and it’s still the system whose games I want the most.

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practice makes… pain.

On Monday night I went to juggling practice for the first time since before November, and then last night I went to one of the also neglected unicycling practices. My thighs are extremely sore. I guess the novel left me out of shape. (Still not done, btw.)

Last night at practice I was wearing a bitstream t-shirt, and ended up having a chat with my friend Joe about how cool it was to work there. I know I mentioned how we had a refrigerator full of beer and alcohol. So anyway, today out of nowhere, one of my co-workers goes and buys a bunch of alcohol for our little mini-fridge. I had a Mike’s hard lemon-aid at lunch, and am resisting the urge to drink another.

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stupid code

Dr. Bombay made me take this insipid Blogger Code survey thing.

my blogger code:
B9 d++ t+ k++ s- u++ f- i o++ x++ e-+ l- c-

The e-+ was because I’ve only posted one picture of myself on my blog, but it was of some nude part of me.

Frankly, I can’t believe I’m posting this.

Also, I hadn’t googled myself in a while, and I’m like the first six results, and they’re not all my website, which is rather interesting.

So my novel isn’t completely done yet. But it’s getting close. I need to spend like a whole afternoon on it rather than a half hour or hour just before I go to bed every night.

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last day of nanowrimo – entry 11

I got home from the blue moon around 11:10, with 200 words left to write. I checked my wordcount and validated on the nanowrimo website around 11:36. Even though I told myself I’d keep writing, I’ve been reading the forums ever since.

Nate is trying to get me to come downstairs and drink some chamapign. (But I think I’d rather have a glass of the wine that Laura’s been drinking all night.)

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last day of nanowrimo – entry 10

I am at the Blue Moon, surrounded by other writers who have already finished their 50,000 words. We all introduce each other by screen names. It is as if the wheat have been sepparated from the chaff. (No offense to any chaff that happen to be reading this.)

Everyone was very encouraging when I told them I only had a little more than a thousand words left, as if there might be some question.

I’d better get to it.

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last day of nanowrimo – entry 8

I just couldn’t NOT post this. Another attractive woman is sitting across from me. She’s much older, but not nearly as ‘suburban looking’ as the last one. She’s ballancing her checkbook, but still holding her coat and backpack like she’s going to bolt for another table as soon as one opens up.

I have written a little over a hundred words in ten minutes. Ramping up for the conclusion, but it’s still a way off. I may combine the idea I had earlier (to overhaul my outline) with the current outline, and create some kind of hybrid ending. If I don’t finish this thing tonight, I’m going to write every day until it’s done, and this time I mean it, damnit. In fact, I have to finish by Thursday, because a guy is compiling a cd with a bunch of nano novels on it, and handing them out at the thank god its over party on saturday. (His deadline for getting them to him is thursday, and I told myself I’d at least spell-check before then.)

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last day of nanowrimo – entry 6

Fuck! I haven’t hardly written anything at all since I last posted.

My friend tom showed up just now and we spent an hour or so talking and catching up. I’ve seen him here (at the spyhouse) a couple of times this last month. I was suppose to call him whenever I come here, (because he lives right next door) but I told him I haven’t because he is too distracting. He lamented the irony that when Nanowrimo is over I won’t have any reason not to call him, but I also probably won’t come to the spyhouse nearly as often.

We talked quite a bit about his Master’s thesis (in theater) that has to do with gender issues and juggling.

Firefox just crashed on me as I was writing this entry. This is the second time today. I may switch back to mozilla, even though it has a tendancy to crash on me too. I wonder what the problem is, and wish they would fix it. (My suspicion is that it’s related to the tabbrowser extention, which I don’t use on my laptop really anyway. I am uninstalling it now.)

A relatively attractive girl just sat down at the table with me, and I realized that the spyhouse has gotten crowded. I should probably leave soon, but I’m going to try and write another few hundred words before I do.

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last day of nanowrimo – entry 5

Had to plug my laptop in just now and banged my forhead on a hanging lamp while doing so. I switched tables after my last entry, and am now situated in the corner at a table that is round and tiny. From this new vantage, I had a good view of the blonde and her boyfriend again. He has huge bicepts. (How do you spell bicep? Google has been no help.) But he left a good twenty minutes ago, and she is in the process of leaving now.

I have 1500 words left. I’m increasingly skeptical that I can finish my plot in 1500 words. I haven’t really started my conclusion or climax, and as I approach them, I keep second-guessing my outline. I almost deviated from it entirely, but decided almost impulsively to return to it instead. But while I was uncertain, I probaby stared at the same sentence for five minutes deliberating.

I just talked to my friend Fish, and he said I should just stop in mid-sentence when I get to 50,000. He thought the perfect ending would be “…and then he — THE END.”

PS, the word of the day is ‘increasingly’.