The Rantings of Pab Sungenis
maxcelcat pointed me to this poll being run by Greenpeace. They adopted a whale, and are running a poll on what to name it.
There are some very nice names on their list. However, the one that is running away with the race (with over 77% of the vote at last count) is my favorite: Mr. Splashy Pants.
Please go to the poll and vote for your favorite, especially if it’s also “Mr. Splashy Pants.”
When I plotted out this week’s “Queen Victoria,” I knew I had enough storyline to make it through to Saturday.
But when I put this week together, I found I had forgotten Saturday’s punchline and put in a one-shot for Saturday instead.
Now, much too late, I’ve remembered what the punchline for Saturday’s conclusion of the “Jesus The Superhero” was going to be.
VIC: “But Jesus is the Son of God!”
STAN LEE: “So? Thor IS a god! Why settle for second best?!”
Hm… on second thought, maybe it’s a good thing I forgot that punchline before submission.
“Raggedy Ann was pissing Jane off.”
I just had to turn on the air conditioning in our house.
In New Jersey.
The first “act” of this year’s NaNoWriMo entry is finally done, at just over 10,000 words. I had projected about 25,000 words for act two and another 20,000 for act three, so I’m not that far off pace to make 50,000 when it’s finished.
Best of all, I’m almost finished making room for the Christmas tree, and will be cleaning house later today. I do better writing after midnight, but I ought to be able to carve out some time later today to continue my writing. I need to average 4,000 words a day from here on out to make the goal. I’ve done 5,000 word days before, but I don’t know if I can sustain that pace. I guess I’ll find out.
Since I really don’t want to travel too far from home, not to mention the strife in Bryan’s family, we’ve decided to host Thanksgiving here at our place for a few close friends.
Of course, this means lots of extra preparation on my part. Even though we’re forgoing the turkey (since neither I nor Kris can eat turkey, and neither Bryan nor any of the others attending care for tradition) I’m still spending most of Thursday morning in food prep. I’m making my World’s Easiest Meatloaf and some stuffed shells. Bryan’s making potato latkes and some corn dish. I might go the whole Charlie Brown Thanksgiving route and bake a loaf of bread tonight or tomorrow so we can have toast for the appetizer plate. I have popcorn, but would need to pick up pretzel sticks and jellybeans.
Hmm. I wonder if it would be anti-Charlie Brown-spirit to whip up a bowl of Welsh Rabbit to serve with the toast.
The big preparation, actually, is in preparing the house. We’ll need to vacuum and dust. Since we haven’t replaced the dining room set yet, I intend to move the breakfast room table and chairs into the dining room Wednesday night, just for the holiday. Bryan wants to set up the tree Wednesday, so I’m going to have to clear room in the library by taking the books still in boxes up to the spare bedroom while we wait for Kris to finish building our new bookshelves.
Speaking of books, I’ve decided to make some more room not only by adding more books to the “please take these off our hands” box, but moving my collection of Pogo paperbacks up to my bedroom closet for now. Eventually, I’ll have them and other stuff I like to read from time to time on shelves in my room, but until then, they’re more collectables than anything, so it won’t be a sacrifice to stash them. Maybe I’ll do the same with my set of Nero Wolfe paperbacks, too.
Of course, in all this, I still need to find time to work on the novel. The good thing is that I squoze out almost 900 words in a marathon 30 minute writing session shortly after midnight (when I had finished cleaning the cats’ litterboxes) so if I can just find about three hours each day, I can get part of the way back on track. Plus, the next 1000 words or so will see the end of “act one” (in Aristotelian terms) of the story, which means the really fun stuff will be coming up and I can’t wait to start writing that.
…checking your referrer logs, and finding that someone discovered your journal because they Googled “Britney’s twat.”
I have 43,000 words to go, and 11 days to do it. I’m slogging through the really difficult part of the book right now, the establishment and exposition. If I can plow through most of that today and get into the fun, meaty portion of the book, then I think I’ll be home free.
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