I got to reading the friends list really fast before I cooked some yummy kosher turkey and dealt with my laundry situation. However, without Mr. Wolf to organize things, I can only accomplish one of these goals at a time.
I’ve been toying with a few ideas for a new book lately, and when jaylake mentioned the magical path of “write badly, but fast” and had also referenced “sure it’s 100,000 words, but are they the right ones,” I got to thinking.
“Self,” says I, ” how many words have you written on this here internet thingie in 2006 whilst claiming to have no free time to write?” Knowing that the claim is absolute horsecrap (My MMORPG characters and their high levels say hello), I got a bug/itch/notion to go count how many posts I had thrown out into the ether, and possibly get an average word count.
Of course, I screwed it up. I just read the entire collected Bhagwan. It took me about an hour and 30 minutes. I’ve had to make for most of that time, good idea to eat has become FEED ME YOU JACKASS, and my laundry has been done for about an hour and 20 minutes.
And I have no idea how many posts I’ve made, nor the word counts associated with them. I’d ask someone to do it for me, but I really don’t care.
Besides, I posted a LOT more in 2005 and 2004. something to do with that whole work thing, Where I have written substantially more than 100,000 words in the last 12 months. Conservative estimate is that I’ve done three times that, and edited 150% of the total.
Good times.
Still have that itch, though. I’ll have to see what becomes of that.
After I cross post this to the other site, I’ll be busy for a few minutes.
4:04 AM: I wake up from a Beer dream. I haven’t had one in 10 years. Oddly enough, the last time I had one, I started drinking again within 2 weeks. I’m hoping for a more hop-free resolution.
4:23 AM: I manage to bring the beer dream to a satisfactory conclusion. I commence to showering, and prepare my day’s meals. It bears noting that I weigh in at a hair over 180, down from yesterday’s hair under 183. Yesterday’s meals (in order) were a big juicy burger, A Delicious Egg Omelette with yummy chicken in, some tasty juice/smoothie, and another piece of chicken. All of the above were washed down with high quality H20, Diet Dr. Pepper, and 3 Buck Chuck.
Heaven.
4:45 AM: I learn that one of my oldest friends has been checked into the Hospital with “flu-like symptoms” which progressed into “pnuemonia.” The last time this happened, they put my freind Bill into the ground, and my actions in waking him are a thing of legend. Not happy, not happy at all. This news comes hot on the heels of me learning that my travel plans for next month’s Science Fiction Convention are solidified, and I will not be driving.
My desire for a beer grows. We’ll have to see what happens.
4:50 AM: My kitchen catches on fire.
4:52 AM: I discover my kitchen on fire, and take the appropriate steps.
5:15 AM: I eat my breakfast, having restarted lunch and afternoon snack preparations.
5:31 AM: I finalize my dressing preparations. It appears to be cold outside.
5:37 AM: I walk a mile, uphill, in the snow. My bus arrives more or less on time, but is slowed by the chains and idiots , both on the road and off.
6:02 AM: That bastard Driver of the 256, which drops off DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF MY OFFICE, decides that I have lost too much weight and am now not visible enough to stop and let me board. Chasing him down the freeway for 1/8 of a mile, while his passengers yell at him to stop, and looking at me twice do not seem to change his mind any.
Prick.
Of course, I take the pass on the 555 that was right behind him, since a 545 should be along in just a minute.
6:03 AM: I discover that the 545 left 10 minutes ago. Dumbass.
6:20 AM: The 545 is not on time. I hear grumblings from co-commuters that it did indeed NOT arrive at 5:53. I also watch the 540 sail behind us on it’s merry way to Kirkland
6:33 AM: I decide not to take this here 555. there is a 242 right behind it, that gets me “closer” to the office.
6:51 AM: I walk 1.5 miles in the snow, uphill.
7:08 AM: I note that the 253 is dropping off RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY OFFICE. I could have caught it from the 555. C’est la guerre.
This is sooooo not a snow day. but if they declare it one, I get another day of PTO. And that’s not half bad.
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