I got a B+ in my graphic novel class. Me. Captain Graphic Novel of the Good Ship Graphic Novel.

Academia. Gotta love... no, wait, I hate it.

Guess I should have talked more about the arthrological deconstruction of the gutter space.

I'm not joking. That last sentence was totally f*cking serious.

In other news, Obama, What the Hell Were You Thinking?

This is the political equivalent of Spider-Man: One More Day. Emphasis on the selling your soul to the devil part.

rrrg. After the fun of sledding with csinman , I got home and this became a slightly frustrating day. On the not-frustrating part: Sän is so very 2008 that he had to take a video with his handy camera as he sledded down a massive slope. He ended up falling out of the sled, proving the old adage that those who are constantly filming themselves will inevitably look like asses on their camera. (Or get caught in sexual congress with an underage girl. Hey, I don't make up these adages.)

Also, I met a kid named Riley who decided we would be best friends. Immediately. "Spencer! Go down this slope! This is the best one!" Our friendship ended abruptly when he wiped out after I pushed him down a slope. He wouldn't even say goodbye to me.

(Sledded sounds like it should be an irregular verbe. Slid? Slood? Slud?)



bzzt... hmm... novel bitching mode ON!

Okay. So I made the goal to finish my novel by Monday for the Codex novel contest. Due to a lot of the madness involved around finals, around Friday I realized I wouldn't finish it in time. So I set a new goal. Friday. Tomorrow. This gave me time, I thought, to write some chapters I had originally cut for length. Three thousand words a day would do it, I thought, and I've got few responsibilities other than finishing up some work stuff and thinking about a WotF story. Oh, and showering Chrissy with gifts.

I am not going to finish it tomorrow.

So, as I said, I decided to add back in some stuff I thought I would have to cut, last-minute, for the Codex novel contest. I seem to have forgotten that I had no idea how this stuff was going to end. I have a choice between:

a) cutting it again in order to keep the characters in status quo for the end of the novel

b) totally screwing the characters over like I'd love to, ruining their lives and drenching them in blood without worrying about how to get them back into place for the end

or

c) wrapping it up without asking too many questions, therefore kind if making the whole thing boringer than it should have been.

I like B. Perhaps if I kill, rape and murder, God will find a way. When God closes a door, he opens a window, and when he closes a stomach wound, an axe is more likely to split your skull open.

(novel bitching mode OFF!)