Saturday, November 26, 2005

encore.

once again, i did it. no one is more surprised than me.

50,045

Thursday, November 24, 2005

happy thanksgiving.

it snowed last night. the last time i remember a white thanksgiving, it rained on christmas. it seems to me there's something ever-so-slightly wrong about that.

i am looking forward to the food, though. mmm...food.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

woo.

40,457 words. we're in the single digits now!

that is to say, single digits for the thousands. i suppose i could say down to 4 digits, but it doesn't sound quite as accomplished somehow.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

another baking disaster.

it was meant to be peanut butter cookies.

"cookies" might be overstating what the final result was.

this is what happens when i don't get out of the house enough. in better news, i am now one day ahead of schedule for nanowrimo.

Friday, November 11, 2005

ARGH.

i am so fucking pissed. for the second time this week, a goddamned mailserver has lost my stupid password. first it was the one at work. outlook can't check mail anymore. i can't check from the webpage. but for some reason thunderbird is ok. and of course i have my password stored under encryption. so i have no idea what my password is. and, of course, microsoft products are officially required at work, and now i'm going to have all my email in thunderbird. and now my stupid email at home also lost my fucking password. argh. argh. argharghargharghARGH. i fucking hate computers.

and it's november. i'm trying to write fifty thousand words. and i'm so stupid! i have to volunteer tomorrow with the kittens, i have to volunteer all next weekend, the weekend after that is thanksgiving, then we have to go to new york to see mom's family. and then i'm volunteering again on sunday! how could i have been so stupid??

he's home. at least he can call the stupid hosting company.

(*time passes*)

ah. they're having trouble with their email servers. i feel...mollified.

Tuesday, November 1, 2005

they did.

they did. they really did. Doom: the novel

how the fuck do you write a book based on a movie based on a video game that had no plot? and how much do you get paid to actually let your name be put on the cover?

edit (7:30pm): he downloaded the movie. he described it this way to me: "you know, like, army of darkness, with bruce campbell, how it's so bad, it's good?

this movie doesn't go there. it's just bad."