September 27, 2013
Shhhh, don’t tell my wife but I plan on participating in NaNoWriMo again this year. I have never completed ANY of the times I tried, last year was the closest at 30K. That was last year right? So this year I’m planning on doing a post a day for the month of Oct. I’m shooting for 500 words a day. I’ll be using Dr. Wicked’s Write or Die website. There is all sorts of weird stuff going on so it shouldn’t be too hard to rack up the word count before the starting gun on Nov 1. How many words is that? 102 Shit. I better get busy.
November 24, 2009
This is the official “I give up on NaNoWriMo this year” post. I never started. I never tried. I was promised great pain if I decided to attempt it. I still need to finish my java class and schedule the test before Dec. 29 or I basically forfeit $400.00, I better get busy then.
I post my progress here.
November 23, 2009
I saw him. He looked woozy sipping water. The old chap didn’t look so good. An attendant was talking to him. He looked like he was just trying to keep his shit together. He slumped to the floor with a thump. Then the crew panic began.
Now do the hokey pokey and turn yourself about, I was thinking “Is this the start of a pandemic like on 12 Monkeys?” As he got wheeled out on a wheelchair with an airplane oxygen mask shaking his head with a look of disgust on his face I knew, “Nope just a panic attack.”
I think it was an omen.
I thought of the following tweets while working:
Why in the fuck am I at the Hilton? You say it’s a little cheaper. Not after I buy internet it isn’t. (I later found out the trick, get the wireless code then go to your room and put it in.)
MMMMM Sigler’s Nocternal, tasty. I think it’ll work out this time. (I should give a review, maybe later)
The sole reason I hate PR has nothing to do with anything here. It’s my sinuses, splitting headaches constant drip no relief.
What was I doing? oh yeah pretending that I know what I’m doing. Give me a sec. There does it match?
After staring at a chart for 5 minutes I remember what William said “I’ve been here 20 years and I still don’t understand that paper.”
I’m not a knowledge worker per se but trying to find all the information for this job is a lot like Merlin Mann writing a book.
“If only I could find that perfect apostrophe.” Only the graphic designer left 5 years ago and I can’t go home until it is found.
Subtle mob see: subtlemob.com, There’s another concept that needs to go to San Fransisco, but charge 40 bucks a head.
Home by Thanksgiving. Now stop messing around and get back to work.
I extended several times and need to buy some clothes on a Sunday and wrote:
So I thought I was being extra slow this morning having a long breakfast and catching up on Mafia wars.Turns out that although the mall doors open at 10am on Sunday the mall opens much later. I’m heading back to the hotel to find a Walmart. Turns out they don’t open till noon either. Wow, I think I just need to relax.
I finished Personal Effects Dark Arts by JC Hutchins pretty good but once I got into it I didn’t fiddle with the extras included with the book. I have a suggestion how it could have worked better (perhaps I can review the book another time).
TheGearheart.com again a pretty good story but the best parts are the “Brought to you by,” commercials at the end of the episodes (I’ll probably reviw this as well).
The afternoon after I got home I lost my mind, I couldn’t keep my cool. I didn’t get it together till after the party we totally missed. This is a public Apology to my family, I’m Sorry. I will endeavor to do better. I was controlling and irrational, please forgive me.
November 3, 2009
November 2, 2009
Different Applebee’s totally different kind of pro. Marty is a slight of hand magician. Norm who still believes in ‘real’ magic would be impressed. I have the nagging questions. “how long did it take to get that good?” “Could you show me how to …?” and so on. I think I’ll just close my trap and let him entertain me. And I will tip a little better for the effort.
I’ve been here before, R. suggested I try it and when I couldn’t find it he brought me here himself. I liked it so well I came back on my own.
It’s the kind of place where Immigration is a serious threat. This time I got the Enchilada combo dinner one each Beef Chicken Bean and Cheese. The Enchiladas were berfect but the platter had way too much lettuce and none of the extra cheese I ordered. It was a fine meal regardless. The resturante is attached to a bowling alley and I was sat in a tiny room off the main room. The expected Mexican music was blaring. There have never been packed but the food is amazing.
The odd thing is I have yet to see el baño.
I LOVED “Infected”. of all the stuff I have listened to by Scott Sigler Infected is my favorite. I held off listening to Contagious until after the whole thing was finished. I had high expectations from the book. I was a little let down. Don’t get me wrong I like the book. The problem is I’m not in love with it like I was with Infected. I think it might have to do with Perry Dawsey. He is a hunter killer role due to the mesh that is still in his head. His character carried Infected but seems to drag on Contagious. In Infected Dew Phillips and Dr. Montoya were one side of the story and Perry the other. In Contagoius they are all on the same side of the storytelling frame while a new character takes the role Perry did in the other novel. What I liked was the pacing, Scott had something to ration out for every episode. The later episodes were a little long to contain all the action of the climax. Since I was listening all at once that didn’t really effect me. What I didn’t like was Perry’s plot arc. Not that it didn’t ring true, the scary thing just wasn’t there for me. It was there for the other characters, and he was quite screwy before he came around. But I wasn’t frightened of Perry. Mostly because I don’t have an alien infection in me. If I continue to itch I might be more inclined to be frightened of him. Some of the other supporting characters in the last book get a bigger treatment in this book. I’m thinking in particular the soldiers tasked with fighting the hatchings.
Is there a a real Scram jet airplane? I know the science Scott put in to it is real enough and I saw the laser plane on the news. The really cool things about the book I will not disclose. But the gadgets and “Less Lethals” are worth listening for.
October 27, 2009
If I were a vampire I’m sure I would be bad at it. Casual bar conversation is not something I could ever do.
I’m also sure I carry the right look of ridiculous to be totally unnoticeable. I’m trying to eavesdrop on conversation while writing and am picking up nothing.
My server tonight is a pro, college aged dirty blonde in a toss up knot, pale slightly freckled skin blue green eyes slight New Yorker accent. Her perfume is sharp and strong. Another couple just got seated in the “I’m trying to close this section”. I think our pro is trying to go home, considering the economics of staying after the dinner rush, the tips per hour go way down after 8. That cackle from across the bar can only mean one thing some one else is going to be driving her home.
The couple on the other side of the half wall divider, you know in the ‘Lounge’ section, is an odd pair. He looks like a second string baseball player and she looks like an old school science geek with a too hi hairline and fish lips over braces. They are texting other people while discussing the fidelity of their friends. The n comes this gem from her “He’s a kept man, it’s true! After he got out then they had those kids and now he has to do whatever she says. They are living off her family and as long as he behaves those kids will want for nothing.” Wow that’s a NaNo plot bunny right there. The older couple in front of me just left. They paid dutch at the last minute, he with cash her with a card. They split the check after the server came over, “Oh no it’s nooo bother at all.”
The manager is over there having his free nightly meal. I wonder if he told the cooks or snuck it in as a customer order to trick the cooks. You can tell alot about a manager by that one little bit of privilege. He’s too old to be just an assistant manager.
Two wines for the table behind me, they must be married because there is very little said. All the bar patron are paired up except that one guy drinking martinis. men are there with their buds or their better half. There are 2 shrews in the crowd, not that anybody but me notices. and over there is a female trio in a full on bitch session.
There’s something about the Denny’s here that rubs me the wrong way. I think it is the attitude of the employees, there’s a sort of “I’ll get to it when I feel like it.” on both sides of the counter. Here at Applebee’s my veggies are a little too crisp, but the rest of my meal is just perfect. And thanks to my Holiday Inn Keycard I got 10% off. Is that TMI? Do you know where I am? Didn’t think so.
So how is a grown man alone supposed to act when he goes out for dinner. I always feel awkward but do whatever I feel like. When I ate dinner last night I ate with a laptop listening to Contagious by Scott Sigler and played Lux Delux. Tonight I have barely stopped writing to eat. and when I first got into town I had Personal Effects Dark Arts by J.C. Hutchins. I don’t think the average diner does this. I don’t seem to be drawing attention to myself and my index cards are hidden by my hand, not that people can read my hurried scribbles in a casual way.
I filled 4 sides of 3by5’s and filled in a little editing to make it a little more coherent.
August 24, 2009
World of Warcraft,
Well as predicted CRSE is totally obsessed. Max is playing on my account. I am of course I have to catch up to CRSE, proving yet once again CRSE has more free time than I.
But, there are a number of things I do enjoy and some I don’t. I keep finding my inventory over full. That I think is ultra suckish. The 2 trillion people that pop in and out without talking to each other I find entertaining.
July 24, 2009
So’s I said to her, “you can’t let an awful meal at Denny’s be my only dining this trip”
She replied, “Well mi novio (boyfriend) misses La Guitarra”
“Ok what does he like there?”
“Fritas Carne y mofongos”
“I’ll try it and let you know.”
Be careful if you’re coming from the north, there’s a couple of strong jungle turns then there it is. Like most local restaurants, it’s a bar and most of the locals were drinking Medallas and bullshitting. Pictures covered the walls everything from painted portraits to wooden machettes with designs from the Machttedores (Independence fighters) and 2 posters for Grito de Lares (Peurto Rician independence movement from the town Lares), if there’s a documentary I wanna see it. It isn’t air conditioned but the high ceilings and ample breeze made it seem cooler than it was. The smells from the kitchen were wonderful full of spice and sizzles. The drinks came in bottles and cans with a cup of ice so no refils. While I was there nobody else stayed to eat but there were a couple of to go orders and I really wonder what they got.
Mofongos are boiled mashed plantains I asked and it is supposed to be the consistency of lumpy mashed potatoes, and garlicky and the sauce over it was quite delicate. The lettuce and tomato looked like they belonged on a sandwich and needed to be eaten while they were still cool for by the end of my meal the remaining lettuce was wilted on my plate. There were 2 thimble sized sauce cups one was catchup and the other was what I assume to be a seasoned mayonnaise, they were for the fried pork and onion. If that’s the way it is supposed to taste I don’t want it cooked wrong. It was very salty and slightly sweet. the onions were perfectly cook but left oily snail trails across my 70’s beige Tupperware plate. I’m glad I ordered what I did but I probably should of had the Churasco (skirt steak).
I wrote this at Ponderosa having the bad meal I was supposed to have, the Highlights include metallic mac and cheez, dried out fried products, including two new on me corn nuggets (battered creamed corn) and sorullitos (I think heart of palm) that tasted corny too. The only soup choice was beans. One trip to the side bar and soft serve better left, so I did. Hey don’t push me out now I still have a couple of things to write to my only fan. Hey, where’s my computer cord? Damn it! Not again.