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November 3, 2005
Water, water everywhere...
....but not a drop to drink. True. My kitchen has been dry for two days now. The bathroom's not much better; Turned on the shower yesterday morning and had to wait five minutes while rust and particulates cleared out of the pipes.
Ew.
I know this sounds ungrateful and whiny when there's an entire coast of America - just for starters - that was recently underwater. But everything's relative, and I'd like it to stop raining now, thanks.
I also did another Less Nessman update, because I was bored and because I wanted to check out the new toy Karl Gave me. I also backedited so that when you clicked on links they went to the place that drove the text as opposed to some random crap.
I discovered two things: firstly, that it's really hard to trim prose down to a mere hundred words, and that alone is a good excercise. Secondly, I learned that contractions are my friend.
Off to work now.
I've updated this entry: the little passages don't make sense unless you know what prompted them. this is Today's 100 word challenge, and my attempt is in the extended entry section. You have been warned.
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In the darkness I heard Carol whisper: "Holy shit, Gil, they've got all communications. Everything!. We are so fucked."
I stayed quiet, practiced looking stupid. I didn't know if it'd work anyway; didn't know if they checked all outgoing vehicles with the same scrutiny; or what else the truck would pick up on the way, When it would get there, didn't even know if he'd be on shift when it did.
But I'd gotten Donny that job at the recycling depot two days before I came on site. The most Anal retentive little fucker I knew. I couldn't lose hope.
Posted by daruma at 4:07 PM | Comments (1)
November 2, 2005
Less Nessman has this site that I stole from Karl's blogroll a while back, because I thought it was freakin' cool. The idea is to write a hundred words on the subject of the day - posted on the website each morning - and it seemed to me like this was something I could get behind. If nothing else, it's good practice, and I'm all about practice.
Sadly, I don't have a word processor, and I can't do a word count. A quick hand count below tells me I'm over the limit slightly, by how much I'm not sure. But someone very dear said to me before she went on retreat that occasionally you have to stop waiting for the ideal thing and work with what you have. So from now on I'll do this every day I don't have anything else to say, and I'll try to get as close as I can to 100 without microsoft's help.
So Here's the challenge for Today
And this is my humble offering:
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I could tell just before I was about to go. The only reason I'm set to do this at all is for her; it's not that good for my components, and it certainly doesn't save any power. There's the smallest, briefest shudder before I can feel the Negitoro roll, suddenly inert in my mouth as my jaw muscles disengage, my toungue registering one last afterimage of salty sweetness, rice like cloud breaking up against.. the roof of.... my mouth.... .. the...... light recedes....
"What's he doing?"
"Oh god, that's so wierd"
"it's perfectly normal, it just means that no one's used him for a little while. However....."
I imagine her skirt revealing shapely thighs as she leans forward, her eyebrows rising archly for emphasis, and I can almost hear her smirk. Did I really say that this wasn't about power?
"Someone", she says, " is going to have to toggle the mouse."
Posted by daruma at 4:34 PM | Comments (4)