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 I'm really good about getting distracted.

I was feeling REALLY down and mentally unstable last week. I mean, I was a mess at work--I probably shouldn't have been at work--and I felt like a shell at home.

On Remembrance Day, Tanya, my lovely fiancée, and I made an impromptu trip to the Humane Society. And picked out a cat to bring home. My cat.

While at the shelter he was named Cheeto (just one...I know, really bad name), at home he is named: Dexter Gunter Leonard Tolstoy!!!!


As you can see, I was reading Robin McKinley at the time. That is a trade paperback beside him so he gets the name: BIG KITTY. His paws are bigger than either of our dogs' and they are very leonine.



However adorable, he has had more issues bleeding than any animal I've ever had. He's bled more than I can remember all of my acts at home bleeding combined. And he hasn't had anyone to fight with at home!

We brought him home on Friday after his complicated neuter (he is unilateral crytochid). When I got him home, Tanya took the dogs out to exhaust them.

And Dexter was bleeding from one of his incision sites. The more routine incision site. WTF?

So we drive him back to the SPCA and we have to leave him there overnight.

Saturday afternoon, we come and get him and bring him home.

With cone:



The dogs are getting used to the cat being in that room rather quickly with the help of a former dog trainer in my writing class. The cat getting used to the dogs? Errr, I'm sure it will get there, lol.

But, yesterday, I brought home a toy for Dexter and we played...until I found blood on the toy. WTF?! Turns out, it looks like there's a reason my cat is such an incompetent with dry food; his gums are bleeding. *whimpers for kitty*

Anyway. That is how my life is as the moment. Kitty=happiness. Leonine cat=bigger happiness! Coned leonine cats=EPIC HAPPINESS!

On to NaNoWriMo and the epic game of catch-up!

 56 of the Worst (or Best) Analogies Written by High School Students
"Apparently the washington Post held a contest in which high school teachers sent in the “worst” analogies they’d encountered in grading their students’ papers over the years."

1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
2. He was as tall as a 6′3″ tree.
3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
5. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
6. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
7. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
8. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
9. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
10. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
11. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
12. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
13. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
14. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
15. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at asolar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
16. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
17. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
18. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
19. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
20. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
21. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
22. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
23. Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it hadrusted shut.
24. He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
25. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
26. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
27. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
28. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
29. “Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
30. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
31. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
33. The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
34. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
35. Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
36. The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
37. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
38. She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
39. Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
40. Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
41. They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
42. Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
43. The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
44. He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
45. The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
46. Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
47. The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
48. I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
49. She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
50. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
51. It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
52. Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
53. You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
54. The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
55. Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
56. The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black.

Day 4: 11 whopping words.

Day 5: 2233 words.

NaNo Total thus far:

10679 / 50000 words. 21% done!

InterWired

8435 / 50000 words. 17% done!

Today's total: 2080. Not bad for another work day :)

W00t!

6355 / 50000 words. 13% done!

Slugging along through forgetting to take my meds and a surprise work performance evaluation (FML).

4301 / 50000 words. 9% done!

Phew! For not writing in several months, I think I'm doing quite well. This stuff will have to be edited like crazy later, but that's what a draft is. I really need to plug into what first drafts are about. I used to know, but lost it to perfectionism as I got through university.

Today, I...

...Binged on Candy.

...Prepared for NaNoWriMo.

...Played Bananagrams.

...Carved a Pumpkin.

Here's Socks:

Sometime I wonder if our society is too grounded in science to really let go and give into fantasy.

In a lot of novels lately, writers need to make a point that if shapeshifters change weight or size from their human counterparts, that it is magic and science can't explain it. Most times, they stay the same size now, hidden weight in dense muscles and bulk.

But when I watch anime or read manga, there doesn't need to be a reason. The aesthetics of a morphing weapon or changing size drown out any scientific questions or hypothetical reasoning as to why certain things happen.

Why is it that we can't let the magic happen anymore? Why does size and weight need to be bound to reason. Why are we so fascinated with a direction connect from human to beast that we must see the transformation as plausible and explainable?

I have officially signed up for Sirens next year!

Do you want to see me in Vail, CO for a happy, mountain vacation? I'm worth it! Join me: https://www.narrateconferences.org/sirensMonster/registration/

It's $150 until October 31. On November 1, the registration goes public and hikes to $165.

Oh! And, I think I convinced two people in my creative writing class to sign up! We'll see how many people I can get there :) Grow a strong, Canadian contingent.

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Does anyone know any fun conferences that happen between February and July 2011? I'm looking for something to go to to space out my adventures so I'm not only hitting conferences in October. I'm still thinking of heading to WFC in San Diego next year.