- We’re all sneezing and wheezing here at Castle Frostbite, and pumped full of various cold medications. (I find it highly insulting to have to sign for proper Sudafed, but I guess all this intrusive nonsense has cleansed America’s streets of illegal drugs…)
- Being sick while having to take care of sick, cranky kids is no fun at all. Trying to finish a novel while being sick and taking care of sick, cranky kids is a little difficult, when all you want to do when the kids are down is to pop some NyQuil, crawl into bed, and sleep for twelve hours straight. Alas, one of my self-imposed work rules is “No Day Without (At Least) A Page“, and I sort of forgot to write in exceptions for sickness, natural disasters, or other inconveniences.
- There are some writers who claim to work nine-to-five days. These writers are completely full of shit. The rare 5,000-words-a-day mutant among us notwithstanding, most people simply can’t spend eight hours a day writing usable fiction. My personal battery runs dry after an hour or two of focused, steady writing, and then I need to take a break. I generally get two or three one-hour sessions in per day, and a lot of that time is spent noodling with plots and thinking up stuff. On average, I write 500-1,000 words of new stuff a day, with the occasional 1,500- or 2,000-word day being the rare and happy exception. If I actually had the ability to a.) write for the duration of a full workday, and b.) spend all that time drumming out new material non-stop, I’d be so prolific, I’d make Stephen King look like Harper Lee.
- After carefully consulting the relevant Scriptures, I am now utterly convinced that Hannah Montana is God’s punishment of America for making “Achy Breaky Heart” a #1 hit in the 1990s.
- Vermont’s legislature just overrode the governor’s veto of the VT same-sex marriage law. The only thing I find shocking about that is the fact that it took Vermont so long to pass one, really. Our neighbors to the west (and we’re so close to VT that I can just about chuck rocks across the state line) are a strange mixture of granola-crunching hippy-dippy culture, and a fierce libertarian streak. For example, VT requires no permits of any kind for carrying a gun–if you’re legal to own it, you’re legal to tote it, but $DEITY help you if you use one unlawfully. (That’s the only proper and correct observance of the Second Amendment, as far as I’m concerned.) Anyway, good for them, and the fact that the veto was flipped with a bicameral supermajority makes it sort of difficult for the opponents of gay marriage to claim that this particular law was “legislated from the bench” (read: interpreted in a manner with which I disagree.)
- Regarding the above bullet item: if you’d like to read my more detailed opinion on gay marriage, go here and here.
- Ever want to confuse the hell out of your kids? Put on a DVD with a movie they know well..and switch the audio track to a language they don’t. This morning, I accidentally hit “Swedish” as the language option for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, instead of English or German, and it was fun to watch the kids sort of cock their heads and look at the screen with puzzled expressions. They were like, “I know this show, but what the hell are Mickey and Goofy saying?”
- Can Diablo III please hit stores Real Soon Now? Our gaming drug of choice around here is World of Warcraft (Alliance on Steamwheedle Cartel, for you gamer geeks), but I loved the hell out of D2, and it’ll be nice to have a single-player option for those days when the satellite Intertubes decide to flake out on us.
That’s all the randomosity I have for now, folks. Now I’m going to pop some DayQuil, and go upstairs to see if I can sneak in a nap before the kids get up from theirs.