• Just one more collective to be aborbed into

    Because almost everyone else is doing it, I figured I might as well get on the blogrolling bandwagon. Besides, it makes easier the task of adding sites to the Blogs of Note. (I was doing the database entries by hand. Yes. I know. Go ahead and laugh at my puny programming skills.)

    So now the Blogs of Note is powered by blogrolling.com. Now only that, but there’s a cute little RecipRoll widget to show some of the sites that have your favorite little grey duck on their blogrolls. Neat, wot?

    While I’m here, allow me to point out a couple of new additions to the list. Bears Cave came via Captain Rooba (and the NaNo event), and I found Annessa.net while visiting The People’s Republic of Seabrook.

    Last and certainly not least, there’s Ball and Chain. My wife finally couldn’t stand the weight of jealousy she felt at all of the attention I receive via this website, so now she’s got one of her very own. Pay her a visit, make her feel welcome. Maybe we can shift the balance of jealousy in my household… *grin*

  • Me and that famous person, yep.

    Thanks to #!/usr/bin/girl for leading me to the site where I could discover that I share a birthday with Pixie Misa.

    Who, you ask? Pixie Misa of Pretty Sammy fame. Never heard of her, you say? That’s alright, that just means you’re not an anime geek like me. Don’t worry about it.

    Anyway, check the link below to find out which anime characters you share a birthday with. You know you’re just dying to find out. I know it. You can’t fool me.

    And later today I’ll explain why I’m writing an incoherent journal entry at 8am at work after being awake for over 24 hours. Yeah. And go read last night’s NaNo novel excerpt okay?
    The Anime Birthday Calendar

  • First a dip, then a rise

    After doing almost no writing Thursday, the bare minimum Friday and over three hours’ worth Saturday, I’m finally back up to quota on my NaNo novel. For those of you who have been following the excerpts, I apologize for the lack of timely updates. Excerpt the 10th is online now, but don’t go looking for the 7th, 8th or 9th for they do not exist.

    I’m at a difficult part of my story. All of the players (including one I hadn’t originally planned on) are in place but for the last, who isn’t due for a while yet. I’m at the point where The Plan is to be put into play that is supposed to lead to The Resolution of The Story. (Sorry, got carried away with capitalization.) My problem? I have no idea what The Plan will be. Hoo boy. I’m just going to throw my characters into harm’s way and see what happens. It’s worked for me so far, right? Right?

    In real-life news, yesterday’s “Sunday NaNo Social” at Java Vivace was sparsely attended, but the four of us had a good time nonetheless. It seems there’s been a different group every time, which can be a good or a bad thing depending on your perspective.

    Next week I’m pre-empting the usual coffee-shop meeting in favor of a midway-through-November party at our house. We’ll see if I can convince anyone to attend…

  • Campbell’s Chunky Spew

    As part of the ongoing effort to find something I’m willing to pack for lunch, Wendi’s been buying some different flavors of the Campbell’s Chunky soups. It’s a great idea: Big can, pull-tab top, no water to add. I pack a can, a bowl, a spoon and some crackers and viola! As long as I’m near a microwave I’m set, right?

    We started off with a couple of the chowders, most notably the Old Fashioned Potato Ham and the Baked Potato with Cheddar and Bacon Bits. Yum, good eatin’.

    Today was the debut… and finale… of a new flavor in the cupboard. Chicken Broccoli Cheese and Potato. Based on the track record of Chunky soups so far, this seemed a no-brainer. Chicken and cheese in a potato soup? I could stand a little broccoli to get some chicken soup, right?

    So I popped the top, poured full the bowl, covered appropriately for the microwave and keyed in the cooking time. After the two-minute stir I began to worry, as “cleaning” the spoon left my tastebuds a bit underwhelmed. When I pulled the bowl out and uncovered it after the last minute of cooking I knew something was horribly wrong.

    The odor that greeted my nose as the steam fled the bowl was that of fresh vomit.

    Let me state that again for effect.

    A fresh can of Chunky soup smelled, when cooked, as though someone had barfed in my bowl.

    Because I usually frown on wasting food, I still dipped my spoon in for a taste. My taste buds refused to veto the judgement of my olfactory passages. It didn’t taste bad, but it also didn’t taste good.

    And so, into the conveniently-located toilet it went. Yay for my office being right across the hall from the restrooms. I am left with a sleeve of saltines as my sole lunch option, and with the scent of spew in the air that’s not much of an option yet. I’ll be drinking a lot of water, and I’ll be leaving the server room door open for a while. (You wouldn’t believe the gale-force winds out of that room. My office will smell like good old stale computer-room air in mere minutes.)

    Don’t let this story deter you from trying the fine chowders, but steer way clear of Chicken Broccoli Cheese and Potato. This public service message brought to you by the letters M, T and V and by the numbers 0 and 1.

    (Hint: It’s an anagram of sorts.)
    Campbell’s Chunky

  • Excerpts from my NaNo novel in progress

    Because I’m either an attention-whore or a glutton for punishment, or possibly both, I’m putting up excerpts from each day’s writing efforts. There are six… ah, seven so far. If you’re wondering just how much of a lousy hack I really am, the proof awaits.

  • Literary Pretension Theater Presents…

    I hereby present an amusing and mildly interesting article-of-sorts that Neil Gaiman himself describes as, “a funny polemic, and a fine warning against laziness in plotting.”

    He then adds, “Not sure it’s of much use beyond that, nor that it was meant to be.” I got a few good laughs out of it, though. It’s a lucky thing for us all that Stephen Donaldson got much, much better once he got all those atrocious Covenant books out of his system.
    The Well-Tempered Plot Device