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For the Delphites: Why do people continue to post about folks they claim to have on ignore? (choose all that apply)

http://thesurrealist.co.uk/dungeon.php

I just want to share this bit...

You are in a moss-covered chamber. Carvings in the rock wall illustrate world domination.

Xterminal the orc guards the eastern exit (49HP).

Attack Xterminal

Zap Xterminal with the Wand of Mutants

*dies laughing*

You zap Xterminal with the Wand of Mutants. Xterminal shimmers for a moment and disappears.

You are walking through a derelict library. Dusty bookshelves are dedicated to palladium, movies and humor.

Pjvj the mind flayer stands before you (56HP).

Attack Pjvj

You attack Pjvj with your sword, and hit them for 7HP damage. They die.

Pjvj was carrying 21 gold pieces.

You are in a dark catacomb. Carvings in the rock wall illustrate evil.

Talniss the troll is here (65HP).

Attack Talniss

This is the best game ever. *snicker*

Since I couldn't concentrate much on writing today, thanks to kidnoise, I decided to check out one of the movies I got in the mail yesterday from Netflix. I watched Walk the Line today. It wasn't bad, but personally I would have liked to have seen a little more focus on his stuff *after* he and June got hitched. As it is, the movie wasn't much more than "poor guy makes it big, conquers his demons, marries the girl of his dreams" which is pretty standard for Hollywood. And the moral of the story, I guess, was, "Drugs are bad, mmkay? But once you get clean, life is peachy."

You know what I want to see? A movie where the poor guy's demons kick his ass. And it's not part of some lesson about how if you conform you will be happy.

The movie wasn't bad, like I said. I just had a hard time getting too emotionally invested in it. Don't get me wrong, Johnny Cash is like God to me, but aside from the wisecracks that made me snicker, it really was a pretty formulaic movie. And... it ends in 1968. Uh, dude was still kicking around until 2003. I mean, I guess they wanted to leave the story on an inspirational note (no pun intended), but the couple of sentences that attempt to sum up 35 years was a bit lacking, in my opinion.

It was entertaining, though. I'll give it that.

Yep. It's xterminal's birthday today. So cake or death, I guess.

Oh, and apparently there's some kind of holiday today too, with pumpkins and candy and stuff.

Next time I need to buy a backpack, avoid Walmart, Office Depot, and Hobby Lobby. Their selection is ass.

Sara ripped her backpack on Friday, and I completely forgot to buy one over the weekend, so I went on a quest today. I visited the aforementioned stores, and the first only had those backpacks with handles and wheels (at least among the kinds Sara would like), which kids aren't supposed to have at our school. The second had only pug-fugly, cheap looking backpacks, all for at least $30. No thanks, I'd rather not pay thirty bucks for a Dollar Store quality bag. The third had no backpacks at all, but they had some really cute messenger bags. I'm pondering going back to get one for myself later, but I'll wait until next payday, so the urge will likely pass.

I finally found a backpack that wasn't too expensive and looked like something Sara might like at one of those cheesy little boutiques in the mall. I hate shopping at the mall, but I'm glad I went - particularly since it was still Kids In School time, so it wasn't all that crowded. It was a Hello Kitty backpack, which meant bonus points, but it was purple and not pink, so I wasn't sure she'd like it.

She told me it's "the best backpack ever!!!!" so I guess the purple thing wasn't such a big deal.

I made a nanowrimo friends filter. Now, I don't intend to post any of my stuff the first few days, but since I'll be taking weekends (mostly) off with this thing, I'll probably either post chunks on the weekends, or I'll post chapters as they're finished. I'll be posting my word counts at the end of the day too, so if I'm not up to quota, people can ride me about it.

As of this writing, I have the following folks in the filter:
jalilifer
pjvj
xterminal

If you're a masochist and want to see my dreadful stabs in the dark at something that pretends to be writing, reply here and I'll get ya added.

So yeah. Yesterday I gave in and paid for a year's worth of LJ, since it looks like I might actually be using this. As a result, I'm pondering making my own little theme, though I don't know if I can be arsed to do it right now with all the other crap going on.

For the record, I still haven't the foggiest clue what I'm going to write about this November. I toyed with the idea of making a Nano novel about someone writing a Nano novel, and then going from there. I do have a title, but it doesn't have anything to do with anything. I randomly generated it at the same place I randomly generated the name of my journal. And lo, it will be called A Fistful of Badgers. The first one I came up with that I liked was A Plague of Hamsters, but the badger one won out, so if someone else wants to steal the hamster one, go right ahead. My title is, of course, subject to change once I actually start writing, but for now, keeping it noncommittal like that is good.

( Also, it turns out I'm only a half-sociopath. )

It's close enough to the end of the month anyway, so I guess I can change the theme.

It wasn't pink though, dammit. It was off-beige!

This year, I plan to do it right. I sat down a little while ago and timed myself to see how much I could write in 15 minutes. The count was 779 words. If I estimate conservatively and count for distractions and what have you, I call my rate about 500 words per 15 minutes.

Since I don't expect to get much writing time on weekends and during Thanksgiving break (since the kids are home, and are notorious about not letting me concentrate on what I'm doing), that gives me 20 days to write, at 2500 words a day. If I write in 15 minute spurts and give myself 5 minutes between for a cigarette or a pee break or whatever, I'll be able to reach my daily goal in about an hour and a half.

Now, whether or not it'll be worth a damn is an entirely different story.