Wednesday, November 09
I was going to write something pithy about the elections, but it's ten-thirty and I think I'm coming down with a cold and we've got chickens to kill tomorrow.
So you get extra-pithy.
Yay Virginia, not just because we slapped the face of the torture advocates squatting Shelob-like in the Oval Office but because the Republican candidate was a real dickhead.
Boo Texas. No cookies. Instead you get to wallow in your own pit of self-righteousness while the politicans smirk behind their hands at what frightened, easily manipulable monkeys you are and the Religious Right gloat over their success at convincing people that Jesus taught not "love thy neighbor" but "love thy neighbor as long as he's not different and doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, challenge your worldview, or make you suspect that he's getting better sex than you."
Cookies for the sane people in Texas. I know you tried, guys.
NaNoWriMo:
Today's Progress: 559.
Comments: Of course, the other reason this story is moving so slowly is that I'm used to writing a mature, decisive woman 20 years Timmain's senior. I mean, Joey'd be up on the stage throttling the king by now, but Timmain just sits there. It's unnerving.
Snips: Perhaps the king was startled also; there was a pause before he answered. "I will give you a city. I will give you glory."
"Cities and glory are for the river," said Sula. "The river can afford them. What will you give us?"
So you get extra-pithy.
Yay Virginia, not just because we slapped the face of the torture advocates squatting Shelob-like in the Oval Office but because the Republican candidate was a real dickhead.
Boo Texas. No cookies. Instead you get to wallow in your own pit of self-righteousness while the politicans smirk behind their hands at what frightened, easily manipulable monkeys you are and the Religious Right gloat over their success at convincing people that Jesus taught not "love thy neighbor" but "love thy neighbor as long as he's not different and doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, challenge your worldview, or make you suspect that he's getting better sex than you."
Cookies for the sane people in Texas. I know you tried, guys.
NaNoWriMo:
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4,484 / 50,000 (9.0%) |
Today's Progress: 559.
Comments: Of course, the other reason this story is moving so slowly is that I'm used to writing a mature, decisive woman 20 years Timmain's senior. I mean, Joey'd be up on the stage throttling the king by now, but Timmain just sits there. It's unnerving.
Snips: Perhaps the king was startled also; there was a pause before he answered. "I will give you a city. I will give you glory."
"Cities and glory are for the river," said Sula. "The river can afford them. What will you give us?"
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