Archive for November, 2010

I don’t know what I’m going to do…

Asmodean and Padawan had their first litter. Asmo jumped on Padawan the day she gave birth. That resulted in a second litter. I separated them, but there was a mishap, and there’s the possibility that Asmo impregnated her again. The only person who has taken any is my mom and sister, who collectively took 2.

I can’t keep them all. I can’t afford to feed them, quite honestly. A bag of food that would usually last a month and a half lasted maybe 3 weeks? And that was bought BEFORE the little squeakers started eating solid food. And the mouse food isn’t THAT expensive, it’s about $7, but it adds up, and I’m unemployed. And add in the fact that I need to change the bedding more often because there’s more mouse shit in there…

I COULD give them to the pet store, but I know that most of the mice the pet store has are fed to snakes, and the idea of the mice getting eaten seriously makes me cry. Like, we’re talking me sobbing for a good half an hour crying. I don’t cry at the thought of other people taking them…but knowing that they’d most likely be eaten…I can’t d it. I can give them as pets, but I can’t do it if I know they’ll be food, or killed, or what have you… and I haven’t the heart to set them lose, either. It’s winter, and cold, and they, and their ancestors, have been raised in tanks, so their survival skills are probably close to non-existent besides “Run away from the human”.

I just don’t know what to do. Boyfriend is pressuring me to do something about them, I won’t be able to feed all of them for much longer, and when I even think about, nevermind try, to bring them to the pet store, I start sobbing, and no one seems to want any of them.

So I ask again, does anyone want any mice? Please, to make a sad Momo stop crying?


50 Things

I got tagged on a facebook meme where you’re supposed to type 50 things about yourself. I decided it would be fun to post it here too.


1. The best times I’ve ever had was when my mind was outside reality (interpret that however you wish!)

2. My little sister is awesome. She’s the only 14 year old I’d willingly spend time with without being paid for it.

3. I have mice. Too many mice. Anyone want some mice? I love them all to pieces though ❤

4. I orignally went to school for computer science. But a crappy programming instructor mde me switch to psych, and I never looked back 🙂

5. My boyfriend is awesome, we like to kill time by playing video games and watching cartoons together ❤

6. I have a webcomic. It’s just not online yet, ’cause I can’t afford webspace for it yet >_<

7. I love to read. I’ll read almost everything, but my favorites are superhero comics, science fiction, and fantasy. 😀

8. Sometimes, the assumptions people make about me amuse me. And confuse me, sometimes. Just because I don’t come out and say something doesn’t mean it’s not true. If you’re wondering something, ask, and I’ll probably answer you, or explain why I can’t.

9. I am a bit of a textaholic. Which is bad for my minutes, but I don’t really care, as long as I’m not out 🙂

10.I absolutely LOVE Avatar the Last Airbender cartoon. I don’t care that it’s a “kid’s show”, it’s still pretty awesome.

11. I am terribly shy and bad at asking people to do things with me. If I ask you to do something, it’s usually a result of a lot of planning and spazzing on my part.

12.When my lips are chapped, I feel a compulsive need to pick at them. It’s like I can’t NOT pick at them, even if it hurts and they bleed. Winter is a bad season for me….

13. I love cute animals, to the point of being able to make myself cry by thinking about/talking about sad stuff happening to animals

14. I read the Wheel of Time book series, and cannot wait until the last book finally comes out! Squee!

15. I enjoy learning words and phrases of other languages, but I can never muster enough motivation to sit down and concentrate and learn one language

16. I want a hedgehog, more than you could imagine!

17. I seriously think I was born in the wrong decade…

18. I love my blog. I go into squee-fests whenever I get comments on my posts 🙂 But then it usually ends up being spam >_<

19. Potatoes are my favorite food. I could probably eat permutations of potatoes for the rest of my life, were it not to kill me 🙂

20.Someday, I want to participate in a crazy choreographed epic dance scene.

21. When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a ballerina. Or a princess

22. Although I am not religious at all, I love the christmas season. I don’t believe in Jesus, but I can get behind the peace on earth thing. And the cool carols and fun time decorating the tree doesn’t hurt either.

23. I wish I knew how to sword fight.

24. I love spicy food. A lot. 😀 Some of my happiest moments are when my mouth is on fire.

25. I’m  good cook. t least, everyone who has eaten food that came out properly agrees with me 🙂 My goal is to some day get a bajillion spices to add to my selection, so that I can make even better foods!

26. Slut shaming has really been bothering me recently. People should be free to make their own choices about how promiscuous or not they are, and it really shouldn’t be anyone’s business but their own. And dressing a certain way does not make you a slut or a whore. And if you think it’s okay for a guy to go and be a player but not a girl, or judge a girl more harshly for it than a guy, you’re a hypocrite.

27. Rape “jokes” aren’t jokes. They aren’t funny. There’s nothing funny about taking away a person’s sexual autonomy. And no, they didn’t “ask for it”, you’re just being a douche.

28. I’m bisexual, although this shouldn’t be a surprise to most people on my friend’s list 😀

29. I like babies. I don’t want one of my own, but I like playing with other’s peoples. There should be a baby renting service, or something.

30. I have 2 tattoos, and I already have my next 3 planned out, I just can’t afford them yet 😀

31. I would LOVE to get a corset piercing, because they’re so pretty, but it would probably be expensive and painful and would likely reject easily…

32. When I was in 8th and 9th grade, I “was goth”. I mean, black lipstick, white face powder, dark eye shadow, clothes from hot topic….yeh, the whole shebang. I’ve since passed on most of my stuff to  my little sister since then 🙂

33. I love singing and dnacing, even though I’m not that good at it.

34. I love anime. I’m not a crazy otaku who lets it overtake her life or anything, but I can definitely enjoy sitting down and getting into a good anime.

35. Cupcakes are, by far, the best dessert EVER!!

36. I think victimless “crime” should not be a crime. If you aren’t hurting anyone else, then why should it be illegal? If you want to get yourself all doped up on some drug, I feel you should be allowed to. If you do a crime that hurts someone while they’re on it…well, it’s already a crime to do that anyways, so why do we need even more laws? Killing someone while on drugs doesn’t make them more dead, for example. (Also, side note: Most of the people I know who have done drugs are calm peaceful people who wouldn’t hurt anyone, drugs or not, and the ones who weren’t were assholes sober too!)

37. Some day I am going to be a cat lady, except instead of cats, I’m going to have a bunch of different animals.

38. I get rant-ey. A lot. It’s usually best to just let me get on with it and smile and nod until I’m done

39. Carl Sagan is/was one of my favorite “celebrities”. The autotune video probably had a lot to do with it, especially since it prompted me to watch Cosmos.

40. My favorite kind of ice cream is Americone Dream. Barring that, it’s strawberry 😀 Especially when I can get chocolate chips with my strawberry 🙂

41. I listen to almost every kind of music. My least favorite kind is country, but even then, I like a few songs. I used to hate rape, but then I realized it was only a certain subsection of rap I hated, and that there was a lot more to look at and appreciate.

42. Sometimes, I only argue with people because I want to see if I can intellectually defend a position. So even watching me argue about something for one position doesn’t mean I agree with it. If you want to know, ask.

43. Christmas lights in my bedroom year ’round make me happy

44. Spiders terrify me. Even a daddy longlegs is enough to make me run away screaming.

45. It’s only recently that I’ve started feeling comfortable in my own skin, and it’s still hard to not slide back.

46. Conspiracy theories annoy me, mainly because I always secretly wonder if I’ve unwittingly ended up believing in one. Hey, the conspiracy theories seem sensible to the people who believe in them, right?

47. I have been trying to eat less meat recently, but failing horribly. Bacon is just too nommy.

48. Balloons make life happier.

49. I love riding scary rides. Can’t get enough of ’em.

50. People tend to not get my sense of humor. Sad.

Bonus random fact: You were supposed to tag 20 random people. I had a harder time figuring out 20 people to tag than figuring out 50 random things. What does that say about me?


Just wanted to say for the folks who read this in the US..

Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you all are with your families, either the ones you were born with or the ones you choose.

This year, I am thankful for many things, in no particular order. I’m thankful that I have a fantastic family that supports me in all that I do. I’m thankful I have an awesome boyfriend who stands by my side, even if he’s not quite sure why sometimes ❤ I’m lucky I have a godfather who has helped me more than he could possibly imagine. I’m thankful that I have friends who will listen to my crazy ranting, and who will go on crazy adventures with me. I’m thankful for my mice, even if they have been causing issues recently. I’m thankful that I have a roof over my heat, heat to warm my apartment, and food in my belly. And most of all, I am thankful that I am alive to appreciate all of these amazing things.

Have a happy holiday 😀

On the TSA and their pat-downs

NOTE: This was supposed to go up yesterday, but I fail at scheduling, so it didn’t come up until today….so the plea at the end is probably a bit too late. But I’m leaving it in, because I like my ending and don’t want to rework it :-p


A lot of you have probably heard about the new TSA “advanced pat-downs” or whatever they’re called.

I can hold my silence no longer, I must join the conversation…I don’t like them, or the body scanners that go along with them.

First off, the scanners.

They expose you to radiation. Your naked pictures can be stored and then leaked (And those aren’t from the current body scanners they’re using…..the ones they’re currently using have even MORE detail. So your naked pictures are even MORE embarrassing).

Good news though, you can opt-out….or is it?

If you opt out, they essentially grope you. They go up your thighs until they “meet resistance”. That means, open palm on the genitals. This could be increadibly traumatic for a sexual assault survivor, because it could trigger the person (males can be sexually assaulted too, yanno!), which, if you read the link, you can understand why that would be bad.

One of my good friends was sexually abused as a child. She also has other problems, that she’d prefer I not discuss publicly, that prohibit her from being able to go through the body scanners. She can now no longer fly, because she can’t go through the scanners, and she refuses to go through the scanners and get triggered. And she can’t even try to fly but them opt-out of flying if she gets chosen for a scan, because now they’ve made that punishable with a fine of up to $1100 USD. Really now, a few thousand dollar fine for choosing not to fly anymore?

They also give pat-downs to little kids, too. There’s a video, even. Poor 3 year old girl. This one doesn’t look too grope-ey (hard to see that clearly) but the poor girl is obviously terrified, it seems. I mean, I understand that kids can be used as mules for transporting weapons or what have you…but there has got to be a better way than terrorizing this poor girl, potentially putting her off flying for the rest of her life.

There’s also the story about the flight attendant who had breast cancer who was forced to remove her breast prosthetic, and another cancer survivor who ended up covered in urine due to their own carelessness and not listening to the man’s warnings.

The thing that really gets me about all this? The reason they implemented these scanners? The “underwear bomber”….who they wouldn’t have been able to detect with the scanners! This is seeming more and more about pointless security theater and less like real security measures.

If you’re as outraged as I am, there is a way to take a stand. Tomorrow, the day before Thanksgiving, one of the busiest travel days in the US……is National Opt Out Day. Opt out of the scanners that seem to only exist to try to intimidate you to use the body scanners (The TSA agents in this story seem to come as close to saying that outright as you can get without actually saying it) If enough people opt out of the scanners, the lines will get horribly backed up and the TSA will hopefully abandon this foolishness. Are you a male? There’s a bunch of other males who intend to go in, wearing a kilt with nothing on underneath, so that if they are chosen for the screening…well, you can imagine. So, I implore everyone flying tomorrow, or anyone flying at any time, to opt-out of the invasive body scanners, to show them that you disagree with what they’re doing, and in an attempt to plug up the system as much as possible. Thank you.

Quote: Maurice Sendak

Here, have a quote:

Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it. 

-Maurice Sendak

I saw that quote, and it made me so happy I just felt the need to share it with all you. Hope all is well


Quote found here


Hello, my name is Momo, and I am bisexual. (Well, technically omni- or pan- sexual, but people tend to not know what that means, so I go for the easy label *smile*)

WARNING: Family…I don’t know if you’ll want to read this. So, proceed at your own discretion…

I’ve been wavering back and forth about whether I should make a post about my bisexuality, because I haven’t encountered much resistance about it recently. But then I remembered that I’m in a mostly liberal college town. And then I remember the recent suicides by people due to LGBT bullying, and I decided I wanted to make a post. This post is somewhat close to my heart, and I have a lot of thoughts about it, so I apologize if I bounce around from topic to topic…I’ll try to keep this coherent as I can.

I’ve somewhat always have been bisexual. I mean, I remember I had a girlfriend in first grade. She pulled me into the reading corner one day during recess, and said, “Momo, I love you!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Aw, X, I love you too!” I replied and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I told my mom about it, because I thought it was awesome. Eventually something happened…I think I moved away? Either way, I didn’t forget about it, per se, but I didn’t consciously think about it. There was no big deal about it, besides the bit of teasing I got from my family that I got whenever little Momo got a boyfriend or girlfriend.

That would be that, until the end of middle school/beginning of high school. I started getting crushes on guys, but also on some of my friends who were girls as well. Long story short, it culminated with me telling my best friend I had a crush on her and kissing her in my friend’s closet during a party, on Easter, I think, of my freshman year in high school. She didn’t know how she felt about me, which caused no end of confusion on all sides. Due to some drama within the friend group, with exes and the like, combined with her uncertainty, we decided that it was best to just be friends. But due to that experience, I came to the realization that I liked both guys and girls. I slowly started coming out to my friends.

Most of the people I hung out with were cool with it all. I mean, I was a weirdo, and I hung out with the other weirdos in my school. There were a few people not really that happy about it, but I wasn’t that close to them, so no big loss.

But when things “hit the fan”, so to speak? I was in tenth grade. I had a really good friend who I hung out with all the time. We were near inseparable. And then, we ended up together. Things were grand. I had a girlfriend who I loved, and she loved me, and nothing else mattered.

But this school was more “city” than the suburban school I had gone to the year before, due to moving, so there were a LOT more people outside of our weirdo group, and a lot more people willing to tell me exactly what they thought was wrong.

I remember the day I had a shouting match with a kid in my study hall. You see, he pointed at a picture of my girlfriend in the yearbook, and asked if I knew her. “Know her? I’m her girlfriend!” I replied cheerfully.

“Girlfriend?” he asked, his face suddenly getting angry. “You’re a sinner! You’re going to hell!!!”

All my cheerfulness vanished. I was stunned. He wasn’t super religious or anything, and before that point, I had only encountered super religious people who had been against same-sex relationships. I blinked a few times, and sputtered out my first coherent thought, which was “I don’t believe in hell, so I’m afraid your threats mean nothing!” It wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t an atheist yet, but I already knew the concept of heaven and hell just didn’t mesh with what I thought at all.

“That just makes you more of a sinner, you’ll surely go to hell!” he yelled, drawing the attention of the entire room.

“I’m sorry, but if god exists, which I’m not quite sure he OR SHE does, I think he’ll care more about whether or not I try to act like a good person than whether or not I believe in it, or who I love. And if it does exist, and wants to throw me into hellfire for all eternity for LOVING someone, then I wouldn’t think he was deserving of worship anyway!” I replied. I was purposefully not trying to be inoffensive at the time because…well, the guy was calling me a sinner and saying I was going to burn in hell for all eternity, he was attacking me, why should I have worried about offending him?

The teacher essentially separated us for the rest of the class. Told us to stop it or we’d both be sent to our administrators. It just wasn’t worth it to me. But I did give the guy a huge smile whenever I saw him, just to piss him off.

The next big incident was during the Day of Silence later that year. We all taped the flyers that we had hung around the school on our shirts that day, so that the teachers would know we were participating. I knew there would be trouble from the start. First, a lot of our flyers were either taken down or vandalized, what with pictures of penises and “Fags get AIDS and die!” and other such derogatory comments. None of us were really surprised by the comments, because we knew by that point there was a large homophobic population in our school. (Side note: People who say homophobia is gone in the North East? Lies! I lived in Connecticut when this happened. I’ve also encountered some homophobia in New Hampshire recently, although not to the same extent as when I was in high school…) What did surprise me was my first period teacher’s reaction. I forget the exact phrasing, but it was something like, “I don’t get the point of this day, it’s such an inconvenience to the teachers, why are these kids even silent anyways?”…IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS. After we had gone to their teacher’s meeting the week before, and explained what we were doing and why we were doing it. If I hadn’t been silent, I would have stood up and said, “You want to know what? It’s really inconvenient that I get teased every day for walking down the hallway with my girlfriend. It’s really inconvenient to get called names and given dirty glares just for being who I am. And it’s really inconvenient that when I try to take a stand, a teacher puts me down because she’s annoyed that she can’t call on three people out of a class of over 20. That’s what’s REALLY inconvenient!” But I was being silent, so I held my tongue. (One of us told the GSA coordinator what had happened, and he talked to her, because the next day before class she pulled the three of us aside and apologized for being so “inconsiderate”. But we could tell she was only doing it because she was told she had to. She didn’t look sorry… She also said something to the class about it, although she stopped short of saying she was sorry for them to the class, so it seemed like she was only sorry that someone had said something.) It was one of the hardest things I’ve done, to this day, to not go off on that teacher. But then I would have broken my vow of silence, and probably gotten suspended, to boot.

The day continued on in a similar fashion. Instead of sitting and thinking about why we were silent, the cruel kids decided it was “taunt the fags ’cause they can’t fight back” day, even though many of the people participating were straight. They just couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around someone supporting gay people who wasn’t gay themselves. And if we did fight back, we were made fun of, with “HAHA made you talk!” And it was so sad, because there were people who I know were on my side, but were too scared of getting made fun of themselves to step in and help. I was teased mercilessly. ALL. DAY. There were people laughing at me, saying they made me talk when they hadn’t. Someone I know, who I thought was my friend, who was nice to me every other day of the year, even tried to taunt me into talking. He didn’t make fun of me, per se, but he said things he knew I would be burning to respond to.

Because of this, I decided that I would not participate in the day of silence anymore, at least, not in high school. While I think it’s a nice sentiment, I decided I would not willingly put myself in a position to be victimized without a way to defend myself. I would stand up and fight, use my voice to try to make things better, instead of echoing silence, because if you’re silent and compliant, why in the world would anyone change anything to make it better for you? I understand that it’s supposed to be about raising awareness and spreading acceptance, but since it was only the weirdos that did it in my school, it just served to further marginalize us. It also didn’t help that some people did it for a period or two, and then laughed with friends about how they got out of answering questions in so-and-so’s class because they hadn’t done the reading. If some of the “popular” people had participated, maybe it would have changed things, but…it was like cows lining up to the slaughter.

When I was eventually outed to my mom, by a nosey neighbor who had seen me hug and kiss my girlfriend before I walked home after school and told my mom in a “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER IS DOING?!?!” way…it wasn’t pretty. My mom has always had a lot of gay friends and such growing up…but I guess her own daughter having a girlfriend hit her in a weird way. She wasn’t happy, to say the least. (UPDATE: Look to the comments for my mom’s response) It was a rough couple on months after that….although, most of the taunting came from my mom’s asshole of an ex boyfriend. I remember one time I had my girlfriend over, to celebrate my 16th birthday. We were eating pizza on the balcony of the place where I lived, and I hugged my girlfriend at one point, because I was so happy that it was my birthday and she was there and we were having pizza, and it was a sunny day, and for once, things seemed to be going well. I then got a text from the asshole, telling me to not “lez out” in front of my younger sister…

But things got better. My mom mellowed out about the whole thing, and eventually ditched the asshole. My sister was able to come out as a (mostly) lesbian to my mom and was greeted with acceptance and love surrounding her. Now when I meet homophobes, their words no longer hurt me as much, because instead I just imagine how hard it must be to live with that much hatred inside of you, and feel sorry for them. I mean, yes, of course I get angry sometimes, but I no longer hate them, as I did when I was younger. I have grown to a place where I can (at least sometimes) be the better person.

Okay, now, I don’t speak for all bisexual people here, but there are some things that annoy me about when people find out I’m bisexual, that I’m going to share with you…
-People asking me to answer questions for or speak for all bisexual people. This is as impossible as speaking for all straight people. There’s a very diverse group of people, with a very diverse set of experiences and viewpoints. Each person is their own person.
-Ask me if I’ll have a threesome with you and your boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever. This is wrong on so many levels. SO. MANY. LEVELS. If you were a girl, and you were straight, would you think it was okay if someone asked if both he and his friend had sex with you at the same time? I mean, if you’re into that, fine, I don’t really care, but if the person knew nothing other than the fact that you were female and liked guys, and they asked you this question…you would probably be offended, whether you were into it or not. And after it happened time after time after time, I bet you would probably get pretty angry, right? Now you get it.
-Imply that I can’t have a monogamous relationship. Seriously. Just because I’ve been known to like guys and girls, does not mean I can’t find one person. Now I don’t have anything against polyamory or what have you, but it drives me maddening that people assume that that’s my default just because of my orientation. If you’re dude, and you like girls, do you stop liking girls (being straight) because you’re with someone? It’s kinda the same with me. I know there are many polyamorous bisexual people out there, but there are also many monogamous bisexual people. If it’s unclear, ask, but try to have some tact. If you are at least trying to be nice and tactful, in my experience, people won’t bite your head off, but this person might have been asked this a bunch of times recently, so try to be understanding if they get a bit miffed. It’s hard to constantly be questioned about this stuff.
-Don’t try to imply that they’re really just “on the fence” and will some day “decide what they really want”. I had my first girlfriend when I was 6, and had girl crushes way before then. That’s a LONG time. And the fact that it’s usually said in such a smug, condescending tone, like the person knows so much better than you what’s in your head and heart than you do… or the twist on it where the person feigns concern and says I’m just confused…no, I’m pretty sure I know what I want, thankyouverymuch!
-Don’t imply they’re only doing it for attention. I know there are girls out there who kiss other girls at parties who do it for attention….but most of the ones I’ve met don’t identify as bisexual when outside of the parties. And even if they do…it’s not the majority of bisexual people. Stop making assumptions about the majority based on the minority, thankyouverymuch!

So…yeah. That’s about all I can think of right now. Homophobes will either be argued with or have their comments deleted, based on how I’m feeling at the time. 🙂

And for anyone who is having a hard time, especially with homophobic idiots, here’s a video from George Takei that might cheer you up…

Peace love and harmony to you all, and may you never experience hatred 😀

1. NaNoWriMo is going okay. Had to change my plot a few times, ’cause it wadsn’t working out…until I found the ending I loved, until I found out that this books I was reading ended the same way. Well played, Brandon Sanderson, well played….

2. My Wheel of Time book STILL isn’t here. Came out on Tuesday. Didn’t ship until yesterday. With a USPS tracking nuWhmber, so I doubt I’ll get any useful information until it shows up at my doorstep. I don’t like them. But I like getting my book. Squee. A friend “spoiled” a bit of it, but it’s okay, and really only makes me more excited, because the fun of these books is more seeing HOW and WHY things happen, more than the WHAT, if that makes any sense. Seriously, read these books. Give it to at least the end of the second book before you quit. The first book is slow, but if you’re not hooked by the end of the second book, it’s hopeless. But the insane length is worth it so far, trust me….

3. My mice babies are now squeaking. I chanced a peek, and while most of them are still kinda hairless, a few of them are gaining little black spots like their daddy mouse. Looks like they’ll either look like mommy or daddy with no crosses in between, but we’ll see. In a week or so, they’ll be fuzzy and running around and such, so I’ll know then. I got a big ol’ tank from my mom, so that I can do the divider thing for real this time, with plexiglass or real glass or whatever, so that they can’t get around, and it’s a HUGE tank, so I’m not worried about crowding. I’m more worried about separating the boys and girls once they’re old enough, truth be told. Still looking for homes for them, because I don’t want them to go to the pet store to be fed to snakes. And they don’t treat them as well at the bed store, they don’t get handled as often and such, so they’re more likely to be mean biters…

4. Asmodean (daddy mouse) has been biting my finger recently, but not drawing blood. Apparently, that means he’s playing or warning me. Yesterday he sniffed all around my hand and even touched it with his paw and it was adorable. I love my little mice. I just wish they didn’t have babies. SO MANY BABIES!!!!

5. Still no job. Still looking. All over the place. Hard not to get discouraged, but I try. There are definately times when I want to curl up and hide and think that no one wants me, ever, but then I dust myself off and keep trying. If I don’t try, I’ll never get a job, right?

6. Here, I’ll give you the first 2 paragraphs of my horrible fantasy novel that I’m writing for NaNoWriMo. I already know it’s horrible, I just feel the need to share anyways…

Alendi sighed and turned back to his book as his father left. These arguments drained him, with his father always insisting Alendi become more like he. Alendi refused to turn out like his father. He has watched his father be a tyrannical lord for too long, and he refused to act as such himself. Too much was at stake. When he took up the position as head of the Danger house, he would be a different sort of lord. One who was kind, instead of cruel. One that worked with the people, instead of against them. One who worked for freedom, not for more oppression.
It didn’t matter yet that he did not yet know how to do that. That was why he read. He was trying to absorb as many different types of political theory as he could. They all had their flaws, but maybe if he made some sort of hybrid system, it would be workable… Nor did he look much like someone who was going to be the next lord of his house. His light brown curly hair was never neat, and he insisted on wearing clothes made of wool and cotton, instead of the normal silk worn by lords and their families, and cut in a style from a few years back, rather than the newest style. He often had a distracted, scholarly air about him due to the books he read. One could forget all that when they looked into his eyes. When his focused on someone or something, his ice blue eyes had been known to cause people to flinch.

Yeah, waiting for NaNoReMo (National Novel Revising Month…not an official thing, but everyone agrees revising takes time away from growing your word count…) to fix it. Made goal yesterday by the skin of my teeth. Can’t write today. Not in even a remotely workable writing mood. There’s (hopefully, need to mess with it) going to be a widget on the side bar with my progress, if you so desire to look at such a thing. 🙂 Remember, the goal is 50,000 words, with 1667 needed a day to make the goal….

7. Happy Guy Fawkes Day. Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. Since there aren’t bonfires in most areas this side of the pond, I recommend watching V For Vendetta, and then reading the comic. The comic is far superior, but the movie is still very well done. I’m not sure how long the embed will word (most of the copies on youtube have the embed disabled…) but if you can;t find it, look up V for Vendetta TV speech on TV….

And this scene is pretty awesome as well…the cool part starts at 4:25 or so, but the entire clip is just win….

…and that’s what I’m going to be doing tonight…

8.  …I’m contemplating making a few comic strips out of my NaNoWriMo, which would help overcome a lot of the awkwardness inherent in my NaNo due to the medium and the story I’m trying to tell. So my NaNo would essentially be a “script” of sorts for my comic. Anyone have any thoughts on this? And any random names anyone has to suggest for my webcomic name? I’ve got a crapton of strips, just not the webspace to put them anywhere at the moment…..

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