Four-hundred one days remaining in my “1000 Days” Project.
My, how the first six-hundred days have flown!
My, how little I have accomplished!
My, how many times I have forgotten about this blog, which was intended to be a productivity tool.
I guess the only tool here is me.
Anyway, I did the math. Four-hundred one days remaining.
I just deleted my NaNoWriMo.org account. I have participated in National Novel Writing Month for over ten years. Each year I donate at least a few dollars (usually twenty, and as high as fifty) to support the event, because it’s fun and because it seems selfish to take part for free. In more than ten years of participating, I have never once completed the NaNoWriMo 50,000 word challenge. Still, being a “contributor” puts me in a more exclusive group than mere completers. Fewer than 8% of NaNo participants actually contribute financially to the operation, even though about 15%, on average, complete the 50,000 word challenge each year.
I had a list of things to do today, but I didn’t finish anything on the list because I didn’t start anything on the list. I didn’t start anything else, for that matter.
And here I am making a cursory post of little value containing little thought, exposition, or introspection merely for the sake of making a post.
Tomorrow I shall make a better list, and then do things from that list.
And then write a better post about doing things from that list.
Meanwhile, go read Joel Runyon: Build a Stronger Mindset
TIMEX Expedition Field Watch
It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
Can you say the same about yourself?
I’m feeling a little bit sad tonight over something that’s really very trivial in the grand scheme of things, I suppose. One of my Instagram “friends” announced earlier this evening that she will be taking a break from Instagram, and from all online activity, “for a while,” which she clarified to my query to mean at least a few months.
Posts from morbidus.cruor have always been among my favorites in my relatively small Instagram circle.
Still here. Just not, y’know, here here at the moment.
Hi Lorrieeee! Thanx for checking in!
Just read a bunch of reviews and spoiler sites about Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Sounds to me like effin’ lazy film-making of the lowest, most degenerate kind.
(Warning: moderately edited spoiler RANT follows!)
Character X allows and even encourages Character Son of X to kill him, because “he has to do it” and somehow that will start Son of X down some kind of path of redemption? Okay, sorry for being so, y’know, hyper-conservative and all, but killing your parents is just messed up. It’s not “entertainment.” It’s not even good storytelling. It’s effin’ Kip Kinkel (high school shooter in my hometown who killed his parents and then shot up a school) crap.
We have a world full of psycho kids and “young adults” out there, raised on video games, who can barely differentiate between reality and fantasy anymore: the Columbine shooters, that Colorado theater shooter, the Sandy Hook freak, those two 12 year old girls who stabbed their friend nineteen times and left her to die in the woods “for Slenderman.” Now we have what is possibly the most influential film franchise of all time hinting — no, not hinting, but blatantly stating — that killing your father is the path to understanding yourself? And your dad, as he dies an agonizing death right before your eyes, will forgive you for it?
That. Is. Messed. The. Eff. Up.
Oh, and don’t forget: it’s a Disney movie!
Second-run, DVD, Netflix, whatever or wherever… I’ll be skipping The Force Awakens.