I’m blushing, I swear. A mention by Matt Welch mere days after Ken Layne referred to me in his fair blog. “Long-suffering Tabloid.net loyalist”? Hey – I take that as a compliment. And I’m overlooking the “long-suffering” bit because my annus horribilis is finally taking a turn for the better. No, my arm did not fall off, sprouting a new, perfectly formed one in its place. But I’ve an interview at a lovely company tomorrow, one which allows dogs in the office! Fingers crossed, everyone. I may be returning to my previous life as a Computer Goddess sooner than I thought.
6900 words and counting. I’m behind, my dears. Should be up to 13,333 by now. But I have a good excuse – really! My arm started swelling up inside the cast, causing immense pain and the cast’s early removal. Made it hard to concentrate.
The Suck Filler archives are currently inaccessible. Oh my God, why have you forsaken me?!? But you can read Heather Havrilesky’s (a.k.a. Polly Esther) 10 Benefits of the 30-Day Novel here instead. Is everyone doing NaNoWriMo this year or what? I think it’s cool. Keeps the kids off the streets, you know.
Off to watch the Kids in the Hall before physical therapy.
Medieval studies grad students of somewhat ambiguous sexuality who have Scully dolls next to their computer and stage faux conversations between Avalokiteshvara and Kuan Yin? Wow. I need to find a replacement cell phone for my Scully doll. Oooh, and is it just so wrong to be in love with Simon Schama? Have been watching him on History of Britain all night.
My first attempt at e-commerce is up and running. More complex code to come, for now, off-the-shelf ver will have to do. Go buy something so I can quit my job and do something worthwhile for a living.
My favorite Asian restaurant in Cleveland is Phnom Penh. Cambodian food is so good. I could eat Kuy Tev Chha Khmer (beef, with extra fried tofu) all day long. The waitress makes fun of me for ordering it every time! Thinking about Phnom Penh makes me happy. Thinking about work gives me migraines. If I don’t get a new job soon, I am going to need therapy – and for once, it won’t be the physical kind. Everything was going so well this spring. Then I broke my elbow and it all went to hell.
Happy NaNoWriMo! I divided the 50,000 word requirement over 30 days and discovered I need to write 1667 words per day. I’m over that by 91 already, so all is well. I’m liking the plot so far but I don’t know how on earth I’ll be able to crank out 48,242 more words without repeating myself or being a bore. A little teaser for you: our protagonist, Franziska, grew up in East Germany. Child of single mom, but otherwise fairly normal life. Doesn’t know who her father is but when she finally thinks she’s figured it out, she opens up a Pandora’s box of stuff she never expected. The title: Ostalgie.
The Pentagon needs help. Is this where our tax dollars go? To fund some halfassed idea lotto for the military brass? Might as well let Afghan children send a dollar to Operation Send Dubya A Grammar Teacher while you’re at it.
Miss Bitter has an idea: let the people who know what they’re doing do it, and make the political appointees pack up their feedbags / go home. This includes ambassadors picked for their check-writing skills instead of lengthy Foreign Service experience, fake new positions designed to make the public more comfortable with the current government’s ineptitude (Office of Homeland Security? give me a break), and also Ari Fleischer because he’s a weasel and can’t be trusted. Send Dubya back to the ranch & put Powell in charge. Crikey.
Wha?!? How did I miss Eric Conveys an Emotion until now? Eric performs emotions requested by his web audience. Some aren’t necessarily emotions (“Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy,” “Sarcastic Respect for Authority Figures,” “Hamster in Underpants” and “Having That ‘Not So Fresh’ Feeling”), but you can only do “Sassy” so many times. I love this site!
Added picture of my baby, Anezka. She’s where I got my eBay username. Anezka was named after the patron saint of Bohemia, since I brought her home from Prague.
Oh, and I made my very own gift registry, as threatened. Just to make it easier on you all, of course. Mom bought me my Christmas present early – three new car tires. Not as exciting as, say, a vintage cardi, but much more useful.