Saturday, February 25
matociquala has declared this "International embarass yourself as an artist day":
Okay, I double-dog dare you. Go ahead and post the awfullest, grottiest, ancientest piece of juvenilia you still have a word processor that will open. I'll wait.
Er.
Well.
Okay.
I have exactly two bits of writing left from the days of the DOS computer. The dates have long been lost in the innumerable cross-platform transfers, and so I've no idea which is older, but I'm posting this one on the grounds that it has less formatting gunk for me to edit out.
As far as I can remember, this was my half of a collaborative novel that I was going to write with my brother. It stalled about two chapters in due to what can most tactfully be called a breakdown in communications. As I said, no dates, but the DOS lived a brief life before its unmourned passing, so I would have been between 11 and 12.
Um. It's really bad.
Am I getting paid to amuse you like this?
(Addendum: there will be a state of the life post as soon as I've had time to evaluate life and determine its state. I expect to come up against the Uncertainty Principle pretty quick, so don't hold your breath.)
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Okay, I double-dog dare you. Go ahead and post the awfullest, grottiest, ancientest piece of juvenilia you still have a word processor that will open. I'll wait.
Er.
Well.
Okay.
I have exactly two bits of writing left from the days of the DOS computer. The dates have long been lost in the innumerable cross-platform transfers, and so I've no idea which is older, but I'm posting this one on the grounds that it has less formatting gunk for me to edit out.
As far as I can remember, this was my half of a collaborative novel that I was going to write with my brother. It stalled about two chapters in due to what can most tactfully be called a breakdown in communications. As I said, no dates, but the DOS lived a brief life before its unmourned passing, so I would have been between 11 and 12.
Um. It's really bad.
Am I getting paid to amuse you like this?
(Addendum: there will be a state of the life post as soon as I've had time to evaluate life and determine its state. I expect to come up against the Uncertainty Principle pretty quick, so don't hold your breath.)
Monday, February 13
... and my car broke down. My father drove half an hour to pick me up, looked the damage over, and began referring to "your former car". We'll have it towed tomorrow for the autopsy.
Clearly not my day.
Clearly not my day.
Dan didn't make it across the border.
We're regrouping.
Thanks to everyone who's been so good about putting him up and cheering him up over the past few weeks. You guys rock majorly.
We're regrouping.
Thanks to everyone who's been so good about putting him up and cheering him up over the past few weeks. You guys rock majorly.
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