Hillbilly Morning After
Nov. 20th, 2005 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebYesterday's party was a little more interesting than I anticipated.
Early on I explained that I was naming my future kid “Beer-atrice.”
Everybody was talking in drawls and being annoying and silly. Some people, let's just say I didn't need to know that their brains could go in some of the directions they went in.
My tuna biscuit bake got eaten except for a couple of bites of biscuit with no tuna goo on it. Two people wanted the recipe.
And then we watched two episodes of “My name is Earl.” Normally, these hosts show only bad shows so that we can laugh and make fun of them. But this show was naturally fun. It seems to be about a redneck who has written down everything he ever did wrong that he can think of and has decided to try to make up for each one of these wrongs. Of course he has the same personality as the guy who made all these mistakes, so it's not always that easy. He checked one thing off his list in the first episode we saw. He added two things to his list and checked three off on the other episode.
Then people got too drunk for my tastes. Some people aid drunks, some taunt them; I run away.
Although I had been thinking that I'm so glad I'm not the birthday boy today, it turns out he's doing just fine. He and his wife drove around town delivering delicious large pieces of fabulous chocolate cake that they had forgotten to serve, like modern Santa Clauses. Except that they called ahead.
Nanowrimo Update
Today I was hitting blank walls, as usual, and easily distracted. For example, here's an actual conversation.
Robin: "Do you want to go to that sale at the mall?"
Me: "I'd like to try to get down 1,000 words first."
Robin: "They close at 6:00 [in one hour]."
Me: "Okay, let's go."
The distraction that finally worked for me though, at least for the first 1,000 words, was listening to WriMoRadio, a sound recording of things having to do with Nanowrimo. I really thought I was being a bad girl, but I was half-listening and half typing. Then it didn't take me long to come up with something for my next big string of words.
Today's amazing total: 3353 words in 5 hours. (Actually, that includes yesterday's 99 words and 10 minutes.) This brings me up to 35,000 words, so I am now 70% done (and still on schedule). Based on my average writing speed, I only need to write for 21 more hours to finish. That sounds possible.
Nanowrimo is like a car. I like it when it's working; I hate it when it isn't. Fortunately my car is almost always working, unlike my writing. (And by “working,” I mean that I have come up with something. It has to be good enough for me to be able to stand to write it, but that's about all.)
So here's an excerpt:
Early on I explained that I was naming my future kid “Beer-atrice.”
Everybody was talking in drawls and being annoying and silly. Some people, let's just say I didn't need to know that their brains could go in some of the directions they went in.
My tuna biscuit bake got eaten except for a couple of bites of biscuit with no tuna goo on it. Two people wanted the recipe.
And then we watched two episodes of “My name is Earl.” Normally, these hosts show only bad shows so that we can laugh and make fun of them. But this show was naturally fun. It seems to be about a redneck who has written down everything he ever did wrong that he can think of and has decided to try to make up for each one of these wrongs. Of course he has the same personality as the guy who made all these mistakes, so it's not always that easy. He checked one thing off his list in the first episode we saw. He added two things to his list and checked three off on the other episode.
Then people got too drunk for my tastes. Some people aid drunks, some taunt them; I run away.
Although I had been thinking that I'm so glad I'm not the birthday boy today, it turns out he's doing just fine. He and his wife drove around town delivering delicious large pieces of fabulous chocolate cake that they had forgotten to serve, like modern Santa Clauses. Except that they called ahead.
Nanowrimo Update
Today I was hitting blank walls, as usual, and easily distracted. For example, here's an actual conversation.
Robin: "Do you want to go to that sale at the mall?"
Me: "I'd like to try to get down 1,000 words first."
Robin: "They close at 6:00 [in one hour]."
Me: "Okay, let's go."
The distraction that finally worked for me though, at least for the first 1,000 words, was listening to WriMoRadio, a sound recording of things having to do with Nanowrimo. I really thought I was being a bad girl, but I was half-listening and half typing. Then it didn't take me long to come up with something for my next big string of words.
Today's amazing total: 3353 words in 5 hours. (Actually, that includes yesterday's 99 words and 10 minutes.) This brings me up to 35,000 words, so I am now 70% done (and still on schedule). Based on my average writing speed, I only need to write for 21 more hours to finish. That sounds possible.
Nanowrimo is like a car. I like it when it's working; I hate it when it isn't. Fortunately my car is almost always working, unlike my writing. (And by “working,” I mean that I have come up with something. It has to be good enough for me to be able to stand to write it, but that's about all.)
So here's an excerpt:
In Bubba's tent, Bubba got caught up on the office gossip. [Bubba had gotten laid off. His tentmate, Shankar, had not.] One thing about not getting laid off, is you have a lot more work to do, and you don't feel like you can complain about it. Morale is low.
Shankar described it. "I've taken to spewing uplifting sarcasm. The other day Cynthia was telling me about this huge pile of mindless work that had piled up at her desk, and how she was feeling despondent about even coming to work.
"So I explained that she should take heart, because the fact that she hadn't been laid off proved that the company knew she could handle any challenge. I said, 'They know that you are the kind of mindless machine that can toss through this pile of slush in no time.'
"She laughed.
"And Andy was going nuts trying to work through other people's coding. So I explained that the fact that he hadn't been laid off proved that the company knew he had the multiple personalities required to perform his new set of duties."