Another Polite Punk Production

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Have a happy turkey day everybody. Eat lots and be safe.
I am most thankful for all my friends. Thank yo.

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(ideally I should have 26,272 wds, or 60 pages)

42.26 pages @ about 444 wds/pg
missed 5 days out of 17 (equals 6,668 wds)
14 days to go
Can she do it? Only time will tell.

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It's very traumatic losing your computer. Almost like it were an addiction. My NT server froze and quit booting Thursday night about midnight. I am now on a new-to-me computer that I have been spending most of my spare time configuring and finally tonight I got back on email. It wouldn't have been so bad, except I was expecting a call or email Friday for notification of my new job, and I didn't know when my computer was all the way off, that I wasn't getting any calls in, until 8 a.m. or so Saturday morning. Oh, well. Looks like they didn't email me or anything. Still waiting (hint, hint to the universe).

It's kind of nice on a new machine, like starting over or cleaning out a closet. Luckily I mailed myself Nanowrimo Thursday, and had a recent back up of my old machine. But I miss my Kyodai Mahjonng, and haven't found a similar one online yet. It's weird what's important - not all my Home Organization Excel files, but Mahjonng. Hah.
Well, I took a couple of days off of Nano involuntarily, then, but I do have a count. I'll catch up, as it feels good to get back to writing again.

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Well, today I had a half hour lesson at 2 p.m. in how to give Mr. Buddy a shot. I was so nervous, my heart was pounding and upset my stomach a little, though that could be because I didn't eat because I was too nervous. Luckily I have a good friend who should be a vet (and has about 8 cats), who came with me and then helped me give the first shot at 7:30 p.m. I did OK. I hate needles. But I'll do this every 12 hours until he doesn't need it anymore.

He seems to be changing personalities in the last couple of days. I think he knew he was in trouble, and was so good being in the cat carrier. He was a big 'fraidy cat before this, but actually came out to greet people (well, my friend), which he has never done before. Then, instead of just sitting in his chair at breakfast (see picture), he got up on the table and tried to lay down in the middle of everything. Then leaped from the kitchen table to the counter. I've never seen him do this, though maybe when I go off to work he leaps around everywhere, who knows?

And, he tried to get in the bath tub (with me in it) and ended up jumping up and curling up in the sink. He's jumping around again, something he hasn't done for a couple of years - since he broke his leg. Then, he sat in front of the fridge, and meowed, like he wanted the door open, so I did, to see what he'd do and he looked at everything, and almost climbed in. I don't know what he's trying to say, but I think he's getting over being a big 'fraidy cat.

I'm glad he's got something that is maintainable, and will be around a bit longer. Hoo.

From maryread. Because I told her I would.

I want anyone and EVERYONE who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.

I'm not the same person as I was Thursday, as I have just gotten back from a plane ride that said it took 3 hours but my mind and body knew it took 6 (left at 8a.m. got in at 11a.m.), and I saw cool cool stuff when I wasn't trying to sleep (because I couldn't sleep last night). Like, the continental divide from 35,000 feet on a gorgeous sunny day, then the continental shelf falling away to become a great link of volcanos waiting to go off like firecrackers, the firecracker that was Mt. St. Helen's already spent and off to the side of Baker and Rainier, and 2 in the distance that weren't listed on my little map. And a good conversation that lasted off and on for over 2,000 miles with the painter with kids from India sitting next to me. I'm happy. And very very tired.

I'm a little hot. Could be cuz I'm drinking coffee and it's 85 degrees out, hm? Wish you could save up the heat so you could feel this warm in the middle of winter.

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Twilight Samarai was worth the price of admission. Plus it was air conditioned in a not freezing way. And lots of older maybe Japanese people who would make unwordy reactions to things said on the screen, like oooh, or a kind of whimper that I thought was a little weird (at some intense slightly bloody kind of vampirish parts), and of course laughter from not quite funny things in the english translations on the screen.

There was one part cut out, at a kind of crucial part of the film that had a very important line in it that you only got to see for a split second and couldn't read, that I will alway wonder what they guy said in the other room.

The five year old girl who is the old woman remembering this story is very cute, and it was beautifully filmed. A lot of very dark night and evening shooting. You get to see into the day to day life of a 'petty samarai' of the, I wasn't quite sure of the date, but from the middle to the end of the 1800s maybe.

In the trailers before hand, the Ghost In The Machine 2 looks great, but Ju-on, a ghost story, looks maybe tooo scary. They sure now how to make scary looking little kid ghosts. Hoo.

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book
ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge,
and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus
been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
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Just taking a moment to say Happy Birthday, juliebata!

Things worry me. People who used to be central to my life, part of my knowing who I was, planning to leave. Life. What am I doing. Things Changing. I handle change better than I used to. But this last Fourth of July weekend I needed to get away, and Saturday, not Friday, which would have made more sense, and not early, or even during the day, but Saturday at 9p.m., I took off with one of my best female friends to run over to Caldwell, Idaho. Spur of the moment drove 9.5 hours, to stay 4, and drive back 8. For the roadtrip and the mind clearing, healing aspects of the road. And to put flowers on my dad's grave, which I haven't done in almost 15 years, and which has been on my mind a lot lately, especially with so many friend's parents leaving the planet.

The moon came up over the Columbia river; an almost full moon, shining down for hundreds of miles, making surrealistic sculptors of a kind of bare, desert land. I've always wondered how there could be so much water there, and it be so brown. It was cool and bright and dark and good. Just what I needed. It turned out that was a good time to take off, as coming back it was 90 degrees and very hot. Though I like heat, it knocked Tucci out.

We drove Saturday until I was tired, for about four hours. Got a motel, then didn't sleep real well, but I was reminded of all the hotels and motels I've stayed in all my life, traveling and later going to conventions. I used to be able to drop off at the drop of a hat, but this trip I slept fitfully.

The next morning ate road trip breakfast at a Denny's, the only time, usually, that I eat there. Then on to Idaho, leaving Washington by climbing up about 3,000 feet to the plateau that is the central part of the US. Coming back, east to west, it's kind of dizzifying, coming out of the trees into wide open country, and dropping down, with all the big trucks on the freeway going so slowly, through 2 or 3 switchbacks, back to the flatness of wheat country in Eastern Washington. I get vertigo there.

Near Caldwell is sagebrush, brown country with cinder cones of old volcanos sticking up here and there. Then you come to the Snake River and there's lush green right up next to the brown, sometimes perfect circles of green from the crops, and how the watering system is this wheeled contraption that goes around and waters from a central point. Then a town that looks bigger once you're off the freeway. Maybe many small towns would.

I went, on the Fourth of July, into an Albertsons, bought flowers, asked directions to the cemetary because nothing was really looking the same and there were many new things there, and it didn't smell like cows anymore. Then went up a small bluff or mesa (which looked much bigger when I was smaller) and found the Vining name in the old part of the cemetary without too much trouble. The size of the cemetary had about tripled. Lit a candle. Talked to my dad for awhile. It was nice.

Worth the trip there and back. We didn't stay long, just long enough to eat, and for me to show her the little house, that also used to look so much bigger, at 108 Woodlawn Drive, the first place I had to memorize the address for, in case I got lost walking with my 2 brothers and sister on the way to the public swimming pool, which is still there, or to the park where my dad used to direct orchestras on summer days, or to the Dairy Queen for a Dilly Bar. Couldn't find the tree covered boulevard near the College, but it is probably gone due to expansion. Saw the stadium where I went to rodeos.

Then, back in the car and drove back 8 hours, singing half the way, quiet some of the way. Clear skys all the way, until we came down I-90 over Snoqualmie into Issaquah, and there were the Seattle clouds. The thing I love about road trips, even short ones, is that things look a little different when you get back. A familiar road is now connected, all the way back for 500 miles in the other direction. And it's good to be home in your own bed again.