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As of present I am about 8400 days old, which also means I’ve been alive for the approximate figure of 12-million minutes. These figures really mean nothing besides it is my 23rd birthday, which actually means this is my 24th year of life.

Although if you count the time I gestated, I still have about 3 months to hit the point my life actually began. Which, had I not gone to an all boys highschool, this thought would have likely broken my mind. However the “You know your parents had sex” game was a frequent hit. The best I remember was someone pointing out, just before Christmas break, that Christmas was likely the day he was conceived (going on the special occasions theory of procreation).  It really kills someone’s Christmas spirit when you make it remind them of their parents fornicating… and that’s why children are evil!

See that in the side bar…

There’s a little portion of the sidebar on this website dedicated to my writing projects. Currently it’s only displaying one, although there’s a few that are presently in a state of “Dude, where the fuck did he go?” as they got uber-dumped at the beginning of NaNoWriMo.

So what’s my point? You might ask, well because it just jumped 15,000 words up to 33363. Why the sudden jump? Well because you like me, I forgot it’s there. Although I had a big write-a-thon on Wednesday when I got snowed out from work (I also moved a fridge, or should I say moved back a fridge, but that’s off topic) and ploughed out around 3,000 words.

Why is this important? Well maybe it isn’t to you, but to me it means I’m fast approaching the half-way mark. A boss battle may be in the midsts with Captain Procrastination.

Also in other news, I will be turning 23 as of tomorrow, which means tomorrow is the anniversary of that date upon which I was born.

Supermoon! Cannot be seen.

I love astronomical events that get picked up on and reported by the media more than an air-supremacy take over in Libya, and then it’s cloudy all evening because there’s about 15mm of rain on the way.

In other world changing news: my apartment is finally cold. Wait, that’s not it. Let me try again: We’re moving out of the crappy apartment and into a town house where there’s such amenities as; doorways on the ground level, back yards, washers and driers, basements. Also we get like 1,000 sqft extra.

Fire alarms, sleep deprivation and writing

I wasn’t very tired, but well aware that the hours were ticking down and that I would be tired today. The 6 hour mark passed at midnight, so around 12:30 I decided to go to bed and read. We got to a little past the 1am mark, I settled down ready to sleep and then woop!-weep!-woop! the fire alarm starts going off.

I settled into the “I’m comfy, it’s a false alarm again” mentality. However, my wife being the worrier and anti-burning-to-death proponent I put some clothes on and we climbed down the 22 half-flights of stairs to the ground floor. The firemen were just arriving, looking equally as dissatisfied with the situation as I was: AKA they already knew it was a false alarm.

We spent around 20 minutes outside with the dog before the firemen left and the elevators started working. We got into bed around 2am, talked to gone 2:30 and probably fell asleep around 3am. The alarm went off an unsatisfactory 3 hours later and I followed the preprogrammed routine like I was a robot.

Now we skip to now. I’m not going to take needing a nap as an excuse to not get some writing done. So I’m digging in my heels, pulling the tab on a Rockstar and I’m going to sit down and get storytelling.

Vindication

I have been vindicated. My wife was just filling Kelly’s Kong and the ziplock bag exploded on her.

Wife: Ugh, I hate the smell of peanut butter… now it’s on my hand! *High pitched voice* now it’s on my hand!

Edit: I just realised this post is #100.

Imitation is the sincerest form of… Son of a…!

So with my wife napping and a free minute I decided to fill Kelly’s recently bought Kong with peanut butter so that it’ll be frozen by morning. Of course I got to imitate how my wife does it. Fill a ziplock bag with peanut butter and pipe it in like an idiot-proof (AKA Nik-proof) icing job. I mean it doesn’t even have to look nice, just pipe it in until you can’t get anymore in. What could go wrong? Well the ziplock can just ker-plow and bust a side open, coating your hand in peanut butter. Then you have to use a teaspoon to fill the Kong and make a huge mess anyway, plus your hand is coating in peanut butter.

As per usual, the wife knows best.

Writing, Total War and Chili

I was up late last night writing, and up early this morning writing so it’s still progressing well.

Especially considering I’ve been playing Napoleon Total War (I dare not test my computer with a more recent Total War game as it may commit suicide) as the Brits and have Napoleon on the run. I conquered Paris (with about 10 mortars and hiding below a hill-line so they couldn’t slaughter me with their 12lb cannon) and have Napoleon pushed into Eastern Europe. Austria fell to him and he’s decimating Prussia, however Russia has been expanding well, decimating the Ottoman Empire and I’d already wiped out the Spanish during my first cessation with France. Now we’re in the second cessation I took a foothold in Greece.

Now we’re making my wife’s Chilli for dinner. I think we’ll be needing bigger bowls soon because I’m always going back for seconds on it.

Also in braking news: The dog is lazy. Apparently the Dachshund is coming into full blow whenever she’s calm because she just loves to sleep.

The Wasda Posts

This post is basically a list of things I was planning on posting about this morning, but now that’s basically been shot to shit.

Originally I was going to do a mini-review of RED, which was awesome and hilarious. I’m loving Bruce Willis in his new comedy slant, it lends itself well to him.

Then I was going to post on the preliminarily fantastic news for John Scalzi, the sale of Old Man’s War as a movie. This is one movie I know I will be watching (if it ever makes it to release) in theatres with a big tub of buttery popcorn.

Then I was going to post about the ultimate douchery of our rental company who just strung us through almost a month of their piss-about-crap and they’ll now be losing us as perfect tenants (that’s not even ironic in intent, no complaints, perfect rent), which there’ll be more on that next. All this over them refusing to replace a grotty 30-year old carpet with massive tears and zero padding left (if it ever had padding).

So now we’re onto the current news of the day, we’re moving into a town house. No more trips down an elevator to let the dog pee, no more trips to the laundry room to see that the machines are all in use and 2 are out of order and one eats loonies.

Will this news last through the night? We think so.

Moving Again… Maybe, and The Clarithromycin Drama

We’re moving, on one solitary condition that they replace the piece of shit carpet in the place. It’s torn, it’s old, it has zero padding left and most of all it’s grimy to the point of no redemption.

As we’re moving within building it’s policy that they don’t fix a lot of problems and let them get resolved through work orders, but the place seems to have little to do beyond getting rid of that piece of shit carpet.

We also took a nice trip to the Emergency Room as my wife checked off about four of the common side-effects to clarithromycin, which was supposed to be to treat her ‘strep throat’. The ER doc was the one to actually swab her throat (you know the 48-hour test over the differential diagnosis that involves multiple drugs and oh look adverse reactions). He said that it could well be Mono, which would explain why the antibiotics have done diddly squat and possibly why I only have a mild sore throat (I have lethargy but that’s a mix of working construction, staying up late – now with the excuse of caring for a sicky – and the inability to nap).

Just Get On With It

I’ve finally been putting time into getting my writing done each and every day. I frequently get into periods of a negative feedback loop where my lack of writing makes me feel bad, which makes me not feel like writing. My problem has always been getting out of my own head, stop procrastinating and just get on with it.

Also I’ve noticed I’ve been doing a lot of grave digging lately in my writing. I’ve been writing fiction for as long as I remember, and with this project I’m on now I’ve noticed I have been taking a lot of great ideas I’ve had before and started reusing them to complement each other. It’s like my old works are the manure laid to get something worthwhile. I suppose, just like a farmer, you’ve got to hope the shit you reap is different from the shit you sowed.




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