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"friday" favourites 09.11.13

image of the week
i was planning on doing this last night [and last week], but i've found myself increasingly exhausted at the end of the week as time has crept on and the stupid time change means that it gets dark at around lunch time. yes, it means that i'm no longer fumbling around trying to apply mascara in the pitch black, or raising the ire of dom and my fur babies by turning on the overhead light and ruining everything in the world for all of them, but it's undeniably depressing. and when i feel depressed i get listless. and when i get listless, i write less. which sucks, because it is, of course, NANOWRIMO, which is not in fact an arm of the military industrial complex, but national novel writing month. and by national, they mean international.

i've been meaning to participate in this every year for ages, but i've never remembered. in fact, i only remembered on the 5th this year, which would have cut my chances short when you look at exactly how many hours it would take to write a minimum of 50,000 words in the course of a month. i have still been hoping to get some writing [aside from the blog] done this month, just so i can say i sort of somehow participated, but the listlessness has killed that too. it's very difficult to just come home at between six and seven, make dinner and then sit down for a hearty few hours of writing. my brain can't change gears that quickly. my brain is like a gremlin. [incidentally, the first car i remember my parents having when i was a child. seriously.]

so all of that lack of list and subsequent depression makes it that much more important to think about the really great stuff...

good news :: things i can't make up from around the internet

toronto mayor rob ford or springfield mayor joe quimby? [no word on how doug ford's kids pronounce "chowder"]

the head of the american family association would like to remind you of the true meaning of diwali: inviting demons into the white house.

he also wants you to know that maine is currently experiencing the wrath of god, which you haven't heard about because it's happening in maine.

former bush [the younger] advisor david frum would like you to know that every right-winger in canada is just so sorry, blah, blah, blah...

the love song of j. alfred prufrock in graphic novel form [and many more!]

musical notes

new cut hands! new cut hands! new cut hands!



something i learned this week

i am just way too happy about the whole rob ford scandal thing. this says nothing good about my character.

goal for the week

to get some writing done? seriously, i haven't been able to focus enough or separate myself from the demands of my life enough to do this, but no one's going to do it for me, right? there is no chance that i'm getting a novel written in the next twenty-one days, but the short story has always been my preferred form anyway. at this point, i'd settle for some micro-fiction inspiration...

follow-up and shameless self-promotion

well i skipped over the wonder that is halloween, but, yes, i did get myself gussied up for a party last weekend. this year, i went as a doll. i wore my cutest, most ruffled get-up and did my makeup like so:

yeah, the brows are a little unsettling
i feel guilty about how deceptively simple this was, but hey, i had to act quickly.

kitteh of the week

how about two kitteh?




this is basically my view when i wake up every morning, or any time i lie down. my knees are occupied territory. 

thanks very much for reading and good luck in the coming week!

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write brain

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now, of course, i need to sit down and do research on this, because it's become terribly important to me that the details of this weird little idea that i'm planning on incorporating into a larger thing be totally plausible, even though no one but me is ever going to care. i'm increasingly convinced that the goal of every writer is to find someone who will t…

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luck of the irish?

i like st. patrick's day. i like the fact that there is a holiday that celebrates celtic-ness and drunkeness at once (you could argue they were pretty close to begin with). in fact, it's probably second only to halloween as my favourite publicly recognised holiday.

so every year, i have to have my little ritual and that ritual involves visiting a pub and partaking of the cheer. i've made attempts at watching parades in various cities, but i've more recently given up that practice because a) eight out of ten times, it's freezing cold and/ or snowing in canada on march 17th and b) the parades seem to consist entirely of trucks carrying people who are as drunk as i would be, if i weren't freezing my tush off watching them. so i've backed off the parade in recent years.

however, a visit to the pub, the longer the better, is still an important thing for me.

next year, however, i'm going to have to plan things a little better.

first of all, i didn't …