Friday, November 30, 2007

Best Comment of the Week

Swiped without shame from Pipedreams, and from the Man himself

...after all this time, I'm not even sure if my badonk can still handle any adonk.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Is done

Time to verify my word count.

NaNo is over for another year.

I'm taking a nap just as soon as I get my little blogbutton thingie.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Conundrum...or not

Is it better to

1) spend $5000 on laser eye surgery that will correct my distance vision (which I've never had, thus meaning I require glasses for driving/theatre/reading the blackboard) and then buy reading glasses for the rest of my life


2) spend $500 for one new pair of distance/driving glasses and one new pair of reading glasses, and replacing them every 2-4 years for the rest of my life? (the cheapie cheaters from the pharmacy don't cut it.)

Yes, the presbyopia is a reality. Not just myopic anymore, although I get to KEEP that, and the astigmatism. They can't correct presbyopia with laser surgery or even lens implants.

Important note -- I'm going to be more annoyed with wearing reading glasses than I've ever been wearing glasses to drive, since I spend far more of my daily life needing to see up close than I ever spend in a car needing to see at a distance, which leaves me with

3) get arm extensions for reading and give up all close work/beading/jewelry making/sewing

"Be free from glasses"? Um, no, now I'll have to wear glasses MORE THAN EVER. I'm not seeing any winning outcomes here.

Stupid technology.

Sunday, November 25, 2007


There are great parts of my life. There are sucky parts.

There are successes, and failures.

It's not really surprising. It certainly isn't unique.

Mostly, I'm tired. I feel like I should retreat to a nice cave somewhere, maybe furnished with a mossy rug and a fire pit.

Winter comes. Hibernation time. Then spring, and time to awaken, and maybe eat some berries.

Mmmm, berries.

Anyway, I'll be around later. If I'm not where you expect me to be, check my cave. I'll be underground somewhere.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Clever title, ya ya ya

Thanksgiving was...a few hours spent with relatives at a mediocre restaurant eating a nearly forgettable meal, then a few hours more helping the MIL install her new flatscreen TV and pull some boxes from her attic. After this, on the way home, we were drawn by the lure of Wal-Mart lights where we bought stuff to make BLTs (much better than the turkey, etc. that afternoon) and witnessed the hurried preparations for Black Friday.

We are not planning to leave the house today. I can hear the distant roar of the shoppers from here.

NaNo word count is rising nicely and is about 38,258 at the moment. I am planning to continue my forward plod, perhaps to get ahead. There is huge satisfaction in finishing before the deadline, although with my poor luck on the site, I may not get an upload done so I can get my little NaNo blog widget, which would be sort of sad.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Married Thing

Friday night, the Husband and I head over to Book Pimp and TOAS's place for fabulous-yet-homey dinner preparations. We decided to pick up the items we needed at a grocery store near their house, so nothing would spoil if we got caught in traffic. Of course, on the way there we got caught in traffic, as the Husband (he was driving AND navigating) had forgotten said grocery store of his choice is not only on a median traffic route connected to a major traffic route, but also right next to one of the larger malls in the area.

On the way there, just before the turn into the grocery store, I saw one of those light-up street signs they have in the better areas, except this one was bright yellow and, when I first looked at it, said "Presbyterian Crossing".

I was stunned at both the specificity and the inherent discrimination. Then I blinked, and the letters rearranged (without benefit of Vanna) to say "Pedestrian Crossing".

"You know, " I said to him, still a little stunned. "For a second, I thought that sign said..."

"Presbyterian crossing?" he finished. "So did I, and I couldn't figure out why they needed their own crossing."

Marriage is having the same hallucinations as your spouse.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Two Things

Thing 1. I am still plodding away on NaNo. I'm about 4000 words behind, so I'm chugging to catch up.

Thing 2. I am published.

Monday, November 12, 2007

What I Really Want

I have another commercial I hate. This one is a Best Buy commercial. It's Christmas and a woman (blonde, perky, round cheeks and snub nose -- what movie was she in? I remember her!) is fondling a big Best Buy gift. The man says "You can open it after we come back from Grandma's". So they drive to Grandma's house. She's standing out front, smiling, waving, this sweet looking woman. They yell "Merry Christmas, Grandma!" Then the woman says -- with a most evil look -- "I Think We're Done Here." They drive off.

Greed. It's all about the greed. Best Buy sells such wonderful stuff that it's worth more than the love of family, kindness, spending time with others, or even commitment and promises.

Lately, I've been getting a lot of messages about consumerism -- that is, the CREATION of need in order to supply a market. The idea is that someone makes a product and then spends money convincing people they need this product (as opposed to the old fashioned idea of finding a need and making a product to fill it.) Radio news series, magazine articles, a lecture on tape I listened to in the car...just bits and pieces filtering to me from different sources, but all with the same message. So now I'm looking at my own consumer habits. Oh, I have am a good American Consumer. I find peace in the retail outlet, and somewhere in my brain is a voice that says if I only find the right box, bag, can, carton, CD, DVD, dress, shirt -- whatever -- I will find happiness, fulfillment, contentment, love, success, and the perfect jeans to make me look skinny.

Only that hasn't happened yet, and I don't believe it will.

Sam Keene calls it a myth, the Myth of Consumerism. He asks "What do you really want? What do you REALLY want?" So, as Christmas approaches, I'm thinking carefully about what it is I want and what I don't want.

I'm certain that nothing I want can be found at Best Buy. That's for sure.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Fast Action

Bea is home safe. I had just finished posting, and did a little crying, when I heard The Husband. Bea had hidden in the shed at the side of the house, not coming out to our calls or offers of tasty treats (which is pretty much Bea-Typical behavior -- she's very good at ignoring EVERYTHING.)

So, if you did happen to squeeze out a good thought, THANK YOU.


Think a good thought for my cat, Bea.

Last night she and Ben ripped through a window screen and got out. Ben came back this morning, yowling to come inside. We haven't seen or heard Bea yet. We haven't found her anywhere. She's not an outdoor cat, so she must have been chasing something or followed Ben.

This isn't a good area for outside cats.

Think a good thought for her that either she will come home soon, or she is peaceful now.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Nano update

I've gotten over 10,000 words written. I'm falling behind even as I type this, because these words don't count.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

It's NaNoWriMo time again

Yeah, it's November, and the masochism has set in. I'm doing NaNo for the third year. I thought about NaNoBlogMo, but I'd rather put the effort toward the actual writing. I'm beginning to see some results!

Anyway, I'll check in now and again just so the three of you who still read this will know I'm alive.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

It's Almost Poetry

Because Her Royal Highness declared it a meme... Google-oetry

Aer Lingus Advertisements
Murderer Lizzie Bordon
Swiffer Courtroom commercial

Things that fool your eye

Marlo Thomas Bio
Stinky People
The South Will Rise Again

I can't believe it either