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"Annoy, tiny blonde one. Annoy like the wind!"

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Can I quit my day job yet?


Yes, I finished. The smiling bunny is inviting publishers to come-a-calling.

I've officially become a 2004 National Novel Writing Month winner. And I have just enough energy left over to self-promote. At this location, I'll be posting juicy excerpts from my completed book that's still without an ending but met the NaNoWriMo criteria of 50,000 words, weighing in at a hefty 50,631. (Those additional 631 were added to put my novel officially out of novella territory.)

I'm expecting Random House to come knocking at my door as soon as it's daylight. Yup, any minute now...

Thursday, November 25, 2004

How about I-666?

This Thanksgiving, aren't we grateful for this country's new path of shielding us from immoral and dangerous things like .... NUMBERS? (Cue the bump-and-grind music here.)

An Indiana congressman has mounted a campaign (that's from the real headline, folks) to change the name of an Interstate 69 extension to a less sexual digit.

I wonder what he's going to do when he finds out that, by taking the name of their first pet and the first street they lived on, every American gets a free porn star name?

According to that formula, I'm Indy Lynwood (I don't think my first cat had a name; The second one was Indy til we took to calling her Shithead.) but maybe with this Congressman's wildly pointing moral compass, that too will be changed to something like my social security number followed by the amount of my tax rebate.

Dig in to your afternoon's feasts knowing you're protected from the moral reprehensiveness of our numeric system....

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Haiku and you

The Guardian -- quite possibly the best newspaper in the world, and now easily my favorite newspaper -- has chosen my haiku as one of its best entries in a daily topical haiku contest. Read my entry and the many others right here.

Actually, because I believe The Guardian only leaves these on its site for a few days, this is my entry:

Clinton's library:
Presidents who read get one.
Bush's? "My Pet Goat."

The contest mandates only that the entry follow the five/seven/five syllable structure of haiku and that the submission make some reference to a recent event or topic.

Thanks, Guardian. I love being chosen....

Validation is
sweet, even for seventeen
syllable works. Yay!

Zulkey, Turkey

Zulkey, site of fellow Chicagoan Claire Zulkey, has hosted a Thankgiving Sound-off. I've waxed poetic on turkey basters and the act of basting. Read to the bottom to see mine.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. And be careful moistening the bird. Someone could lose an eye. Or flesh.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

I can say Mission: Accomplished without lying

I'm halfway done with my NaNoWriMo novel. Of course, the month's more than half over, but I've just surpassed 25,000 words and figure I can pass at least 30,000 by the weekend's end.

I'm posting smaller chunks to my novel blog, so read here if interested.

Dumped on

Wow, it's been a while, huh?

Part of me's been throwing myself at this month-long novel-writing thing and part of me's been stewing in post-election fury, marinating in W.-through-2008 self-pity and cooking in my own juices of optimism gone wrong. (See my Nov. 1 post.)

I incorrectly said that America would dump the W. this year in favor of a candidate with class, brains and care.

But a majority of us took George W. Bush back.

To continue with the break-up analogy I started with, let's just say George W. is America's boyfriend. On Nov. 2, 2004, we reached a crossroads in our relationship: It looked like America was ready to part ways with W. and already had a new, much better significant other waiting in the wings, in the form of John Kerry.

Instead, we took Bush back.

In break-up terms, here's what that says.

George W. Bush is like America's boyfriend (or girlfriend) who:

--Raids America's bank account and distributes its hard-earned money to his already-rich friends, laughing at America behind its back for being stupid enough to give him access to its account.

--Crafts elaborate schemes to turn an overwhelming number of America's family against people he was once friends with and then gets a bunch of these people hungry to kill those former friends, even though he and his money-loving buddies never have to get their hands dirty but profit off the battle nonetheless.

--Tells America its skirts are too short or it watches too much porn. Makes America feel like a lesser human being because its not 'born-again Christian'. Only takes America to movies featuring a G or PG rating or Jesus Christ enduring torture.

--Lies about America's potential new significant other (John Kerry) by telling it Kerry changes his mind too much, even though W. is too stubborn to ever admit he might be wrong about something.

--Can't pronounce the names of most of the people he counts as "friends," unless their names are three syllables or less.

--Is in bed with people who basically would piss on America's landscaping, put America's kids in harm's way and would refuse America the right to check certain books out of the library.

--Can't carry on a decent conversation because he refuses to read the newspaper.

--Used most of America so he could jump back into the satin sheets with his richer, more powerful friends.

--Would let other people -- old, highly conservative people -- decide what's best for America, America's gay neighbors and pretty much everyone else but the elite friends he keeps protected.

--Believes that -- because a majority of America's acquaintances said he and America should get back together -- he and his staff have a right to pretty much trample America's rights and yell, "I'm not listening!" whenever any part of America disagrees.

--Has not, in the past four years, shown the slightest bit of aging or worry on his blank, smirking face. While America's almost-new boyfriend John Kerry looked worried and concerned over the course of a campaign and aged as he considered the fate of America if it didn't pick him as its new boyfriend, Bush trots along without a care in the world, his face unetched by the trauma he's caused.

It seems like most of America should pick up this book, because let's face it, George W. is just not that interested in us.

Monday, November 01, 2004

George W., I want my stuff back

At the end of a relationship, the wronged party often writes a long letter to the other, jerky party, enumerating exactly what it was that person did to so thoroughly screw up.

Now, in its presidential endorsement, The New Yorker has more than dumped our current (though not rightfully elected in 2000) president and -- by making its laundry list of faults, flaws and outright lies public -- has effectively given reasons why no one should go out with him ever again.

What I like about the magazine's endorsement, aside from its beautifully worded list of George W. Bush's myriad failures, is that it gives the nod to John Kerry not just because he's not Bush, but because he's at the opposite end of the spectrum from Bush in terms of work ethic, the ability to re-evaluate decisions (and admit when he's wrong), decency, thoughtfulness and strength.

Bush best be ready to get dumped ... by America.

It has begun!

The ultimate literary throwdown, if ever such a thing has existed.

I am talking about National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for those of your participating. (And for at least two of you, I talked you into it.)

This year, the organizers are trying something new. NaNoBlogMo, or National Novel Blogging Month, is set up for NaNoWriMo types to actually blog their novel as they complete it.

I have established a novel-blogging page here. I've not yet decided whether I will post the whole book or just excerpts.

A novel this bad might be stealable or inspire other acts of crime.

Well, I'm off and typing. Or, actually, I'm emailing myself the 1,000 odd words I've typed from the comfort of my office cubicle. What else are these temporary walls for if not typing away at my secret masterpiece on company time?

Thanks to NaNoWriMo's group o' organizers. By the end of November, I might be unable to make with the gratitude seeing as I'll be pretty sick of typing.

And away I go.

Protect yourself ... and democracy

Just a quick link to Rebecca Blood's site where she's compiled a handy list of voter resources.

Find your polling place, go to the polls and make sure no one tries to turn you away.

Oh, and if you've got the punch-card ballot, it pays to double-check your work. Unfortunately, the touch-screen machines don't give you a receipt. I'm hoping upon hope for an election that doesn't feel like highway robbery.
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