NaNoWriMo Rev Up!

It's been a while.
Like, over five months.

...Anyway. NaNoWriMo here we come! Here's some dares to start out the insanity:

Have a character obtain an exotic pet in an exotic locale.
BP- If it's a nuisance.
DBP- If it's a dangerous nuisance.
TBP- If it's a highly illegal dangerous nuisance.
QBP- If they get into a lot of trouble because of the pet.
(Kittyfreud)

A chase scene, done in serious fashion, but with bicycles, scooters, or rollerblades instead of the usual. The characters can acknowledge the odd choice of transportation, but it needs to be played fairly straight. The Benny Hill theme shouldn't be playing in the background or anything.
BP if it ends in an explosion.
(erikakaiser)

Use any or all of the following, double points if you're doing an actual Western or have cowboys involved:
"I reckon I'll have me a half-caf double latte with a twist. IN A DIRTY MUG!"
"Gentlemen, rather than get caught up in mindless reaction, let's draw upon our feminine selves for a more intuitive solution."
"Can we postpone this duel till 12:05? I gotta use the little boys room."
"Let's see... hardtack and pemmican... that's three grams of fat, seven grams of protein, and two starches."
"You 'n' Slim round up them strays, and I'll tell Cookie to get started on the gazpacho and the fondue."
"That's him! That's the yella-bellied varmint who shot my therapist!"
"He was a strong man, a good marshal, and I reckon he had a keen eye for interior decoration."
"Hey, Buck, do these chaps make my butt look big?"
"It's like I keep tellin' ya, Earl: men is from Tombstone, women is from Dodge."
(Roecourt)

Have pirate-ninjas. (a combination of both)
BP - if it's already established that pirates and ninjas hate one another
DBP - if they're crossbreeds of pirates and ninjas, and their parents loved one another
TBP - if none of them are brothers and sisters
(swenson)

Have a few of your characters play a drinking game throughout the story -- anytime a specific thing is said (a mission code name, for instance) or someone dies (if they're in a situation where people are dying and they're jaded towards it, something like that), etc.
BP if they carry around shot glasses and alcohol just for the occasion.
DBP if they stop in the middle of something relatively important to carry out their drinking game rules, like combat rolling across a room for a quick shot because someone died and then rolling back to resume what they were doing.
(erikakaiser)

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Cultural Reference: You Lost The Game

You are currently winning. You just don't know it. Once you read the rules below, you will lose.
Rule 1: You are now playing The Game.
Rule 2: Every time you think about The Game, you lose.
Rule 3: Losing must be announced.
See how long you can go without thinking about it. Once you think about it, you must say, out loud, that you have lost. If others around you are playing, they will invariably lose since your announced loss has reminded them of The Game. I have just lost The Game by telling you about it. Congratulations on your first loss.

DISCLAIMER: Playing The Game may cause mental strain, obsession, and irritability. Most symptoms are irreversible and cannot be alleviated. Only it's too late now since I've already told you about it! HA!

WTR

There once was a wonderful morning show, the only morning show, in fact, worth listening to. Where other morning shows are idiotic and annoying to listen to, the Woody, Tony, and Ravey Show were idiotic and entertaining. They had the perfect combination of annoying idiots (Menace and Tony) with voices of reason (Greg and Ravey) centered around the steadily reactive Woody. It was awesomeness in a bag.

The Woody Show fought for listener rights when ordered to play that stupid Sublime or Red Hot Chili Peppers song after every seven minutes of talking. Listeners tuned in to hear the cast rant about how stupid Tony was, Menace's inability to spell, Greg Gory Hate Mail, and for Ravey to tell us how luuucky we were. This show was dead to real.

Though they were number one in the Bay, (*ding*) some people just had it out for the group. They called everyone on their shenanigans and freely admitted (proclaimed) their own. Who could get mad at someone calling PETA out on their violence toward people in chicken-suits? (Mega getting it!)

Live105 KITS, pulled the plug on their show Wednesday of last week after the group played a thirty second clip of an unreleased song. That is the official reason, but all the listeners know it goes deeper. They dropped them without warning and are only paying Tony and Ravey until the end of the year, leaving Woody and his pregnant wife unsupported and without benefits during an economic depression. Way to be classy CBS! And to top it off the station played the same clip they fired the Woody Show for playing. Those sonso'beeches.

I don't know where the show will go next, but I'll follow them anywhere! (...Via internet, if they move too far away.) In the mean time: CBS? "I quit dis bitch!"

Civic Duty

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. You can see my other blogs Disorderly and Inbetween to see what I've been working on.
I have a jury summons. Joy of joys. I get to complete my civic duty of doling out punishment in April, if I'm picked. What I don't understand is why they put me all the way up in South SF. That's 45 minutes out of my way when I could actually walk to the Redwood City court house... Or how about San Mateo? Another local choice, but nooo, they want me to waste gas and get lost in South San Francisco instead. Stupid re-res.
In other news I started a game called ForumWarz. It's an addicting game for those of us that know about the internets. I was playing half of last night when I should have been working on a paper that's due in three hours. I should also be doing that paper as I blog about it right now. :D

Running into Windows

The other day I was sitting in the TV room when something about the size of a child's fist hit the large window. I was very confused and couldn't see anything threw the top of the azalea bushes, so I went outside. And found a very stunned humming bird laying on it's back.

I have a cat. A very large, feisty cat that likes to bring home things such as squirrels and fights with raccoons. I like ALL animals and was rather concerned that Frodo (yes, my cat's name is Frodo, shaddap already) would find the little bird before it had a chance to recover. So I took a cloth and carefully picked the humming bird up and placed it in a shoe box and went around to the backyard.

Poor little guy was knocked clean out, but it was breathing steadily so I knew it was alive. I sat there with it in my lap for a good fifteen minutes before it woke up enough to start moving around. It was one of the most magical fifteen minutes of my life. I got a really good look at it's feathers, all different kinds of green and tinged like an oil spill, and it's thin little beak. On it's breast there were gray feathers that, when the sun came out, shone as brightly as fire. It was so cute and small and delicate, and they're normally such elusive creatures, I could hardly believe I was actually touching a humming bird.

Pretty soon it had it's little eyes open and it was looking at me. I imagine it was thinking something like "Holy &@#! what the hell happened? And what the hell is that looking at me?" I got to stroke it's back gently before it took off again, flying up to the branches of a near by tree. It was so cool.

I am the Story Teller

"You shouldn't trust the story teller. Only trust the story."
-Neil Gaiman

Curses!

I have lost my messenger bag. Sometime between last night after class and arriving home it was misplaced. Which is quite sad because it had my Totoro wallet in it from Fanime last year... Luckily it didn't have anything too important in it, like a favorite book or some such.

Here are the things in it that I will miss:
A pink lighter
My butterfly handkerchief
Chapstick

Here are the things I SHOULD be missing:
Debit card
3 checks from baby sitting jobs last weekend
Bottle of Px drugs for my GAD
Discount and membership cards (Borders, Gym card, ect.)

Canceling my debit card was sort of a pain. And now I have to procure checks from all the people that I baby sat for, which is annoying for me and for them... I liked that bag, too. It had a patch on it that said "Partly Confused All of the Time." >_<;