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10.29.01: So here's the link somebody sent me last night, and it's got me all psyched up: The National Novel Writing Month, or just NaNoWriMo for short. Hurry up and click it. It's a contest (the kind, I think, wherein you don't really win anything but for some reason it is still considered a contest...don't ask me why). The deal is thus: you write a bunch of crap that passes (or doesn't) for a novel. You write until you've got 50,000 words or 200 pages. If you've read this far, I don't know why. Make with the clicking. I think I'm going to try it. This might be the big kick in the literary pants that I've needed. Even now, I scan through my computer's huge word files of unfinished started and unfinished story-esque stuff. Science fictions. Fantasy stuff. Even fan fictions (yeah yeah, I know, but I mean let's face it--we've all written a StarCraft fanfic somewhere along the line. ...uh, right guys? Guys? Anyway this time I think I'm just going to try and write about people I know and don't know, or think I know, ad infinitum. I'm certain I can think of two-hundred people I know or have known. And surely I can write a page about each of them? Maybe? I'll post whatever I get done, if I get a chance. Last weekend was nice. Dad and I went up to Matthews, NC to visit Grandma. We got a lot of work done and a lot of stuff moved out of her way. We also ate like kings. (I'm snacking on the peanuts even as we speak, Grandma. I had to put a padlock on the tupperware of cookies you made, though, and I can't leave them unattended for long.) Last night I witnessed one of the more humorous things I can recall. It was visual, but with my powers of exaggeration and desctiption, I should be able to relate it well enough for at least the people who know (of) this fellow. And of course, that would be:  Seth, the pinnacle of Human Development and the Result of Millions of Years of what Some Call Evolution But Not After They've Met Him. You know, I don't even remember how I got into the situation. I just remember that I was outside my door. It is important to note my apparel at the time: Audio Adrenaline shirt, big baggy cargo pants (which have come to be known as Midget Smugglers? I dunno, ask the Parkview Kids?). Anyway, as I was standing there being Mild-Mannered Stub as always, there is this thunderous blur of sound and spinning motion. It looked and sounded something like this: "Aaaaauuuaghghghghwa wa wwaaaaa!"So yeah, well, that's something of a poor recreation of it, but just imagine that image, moving very very quickly toward you. Yeah--that's what I thought, too. Nevertheless, the pygmy's feet began to flail up in the air at me (I use "up" loosely and relatively...up to him...sorry, couldn't afford to pass up a good old short-joke). And suddenly the realization creeps over me that he is attacking me in some form. It appears to be a flying dragon kick, I suppose. Suddenly, the aforementioned midget smuggler pants leapt out and clasped on to one of his feet, the one that wasn't involved in the whole kicking business. This is my way of saying that Seth got tangled up in my big pants. The pants then proceeded to throw him on the ground face-up. That's right. Baggy pants--my own self-defense. stub out |
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