Okay, so it's only the last day of NaNoWriMo, but I know I'm going to be sad. I'm always sad after nano. It's like saying goodbye to a friend who only comes to visit once a year. Sigh.
To cheer myself up, I thought I'd post my favorite Andy Poem, from 2002 (ooh, preBlogspot)
A Dragon Poem
by Andy Cohen (a.k.a. the spouse of Liarbyrd)
If dragons wrote modernist poetry:
Burnt down your castle,
Ate all your crunchy dwarves,
Rolled around in your gold,
Stole your daughter.
Sorry. My bad.
I could not help myself.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Hey, I'm Ba-ack
In case you've wondered where I've been, check out my nanoblog... link to right where Liarbyrd and I have been writing a book. I'm pretty much done... she's not.
So I survived Thanksgiving with little incident, though Mr. A. (Rainbow Guy) must now think the Mathises are the most materialistic family in the world. We spent most of the afternoon talking about how the rent's stuff was going to be divided after the future move.
Out of curiousity I asked Nikki if she was taking the piano or if it was going into storage. Automatically I got pounced on. "Don't even think of taking the piano!" Duh... like it would go to anyone but her. I just wondered whether she was taking it now.
Anyway, I picked Lizzie up from the airport with little fuss, and we headed over to The Bridge for Islands (Yum! Yaki Tacos!) and IMAX HP4. Coolness indeed. I'm very glad the idea struck me.
I'm sad the idea struck me to go to Wally World on Long Beach Blvd. I needed yellow yarn for the Valkerie hair. Walmart in that part of town is pretty scummy, and some of the people gave me the heebie jeebies. The woman in the tutu/green polka dotted skirt and trashy bathroom slippers was scary. The man who wandered past the cash registers was singing loudly to himself. The teenagers pawing through the DVD's looked like they were about to put them in their pockets, and the man with the black hat with the pom pom on top, looked like he was casing me. Serious skeeze.
On the blog front, I've removed my cool nano-counter, as the guy said they wanted more money for bandwidth... and I also removed the tagboard, as it was generating more spam comments than real ones.
I hate spammers. There should be a special circle of hell for those who hock viagra and credit cards on the internet.
So I survived Thanksgiving with little incident, though Mr. A. (Rainbow Guy) must now think the Mathises are the most materialistic family in the world. We spent most of the afternoon talking about how the rent's stuff was going to be divided after the future move.
Out of curiousity I asked Nikki if she was taking the piano or if it was going into storage. Automatically I got pounced on. "Don't even think of taking the piano!" Duh... like it would go to anyone but her. I just wondered whether she was taking it now.
Anyway, I picked Lizzie up from the airport with little fuss, and we headed over to The Bridge for Islands (Yum! Yaki Tacos!) and IMAX HP4. Coolness indeed. I'm very glad the idea struck me.
I'm sad the idea struck me to go to Wally World on Long Beach Blvd. I needed yellow yarn for the Valkerie hair. Walmart in that part of town is pretty scummy, and some of the people gave me the heebie jeebies. The woman in the tutu/green polka dotted skirt and trashy bathroom slippers was scary. The man who wandered past the cash registers was singing loudly to himself. The teenagers pawing through the DVD's looked like they were about to put them in their pockets, and the man with the black hat with the pom pom on top, looked like he was casing me. Serious skeeze.
On the blog front, I've removed my cool nano-counter, as the guy said they wanted more money for bandwidth... and I also removed the tagboard, as it was generating more spam comments than real ones.
I hate spammers. There should be a special circle of hell for those who hock viagra and credit cards on the internet.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Mom's No Good Very Bad Day
Mom is telling anyone who will listen about how horrible her day was.
She lost her purse... or thought she left it on the bumper of the car, until she got home and she realized it was on the living room floor.
So all while she was having "her boob squished" (her words, not mine) she was worried about the purse.
I suppose it took her mind off the mamogram... especially when it was a second one, because they thought they saw something on the first.
Sound like a fairly good day to me... no breast cancer and no lost purse.
Side Note: It's Official Nano Start Day! Whoo hoo! Not quite at my target for the day, but I'm working on it. I've got about 500 more words to go for today.
She lost her purse... or thought she left it on the bumper of the car, until she got home and she realized it was on the living room floor.
So all while she was having "her boob squished" (her words, not mine) she was worried about the purse.
I suppose it took her mind off the mamogram... especially when it was a second one, because they thought they saw something on the first.
Sound like a fairly good day to me... no breast cancer and no lost purse.
Side Note: It's Official Nano Start Day! Whoo hoo! Not quite at my target for the day, but I'm working on it. I've got about 500 more words to go for today.
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