"zomb" as in "to zomb" (it is a perfectly valid verb)
i'm only about 5,000 words into my shanowrimo endeavour but i am not giving up. i'm just tired and refuse to crack open the laptop tonight to tap out a few hundred more. i need sleep!
i'm pretty sure i'll finish this novel by the end of the month. i want to. i'm determined to. there are other things i must get on with and having this idea out of my head and safely on to paper would be quite the accomplishment. it's going slowly, though. i've resurrected one character and horribly murthered another. i've also got a vague idea of how to incorporate mediocrefashion into this mess. hmmmm...
on an unrelated note, this is the most amazing concept i've seen in a while: taking children's drawings and creating them in real life!
and yeasayer. i don't really know what to think of them yet. they're like an eighties synth band and queen and tribal drums all rolled into one on cd. but when they're performing live running around paris singing a capella... well, they're something else and i just love it!
i love the chorus in "2080":
yeah yeah we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
and the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
we can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
and this is just a properly priceless rap on tea brought to you by way of chronographia
i'm pretty sure i'll finish this novel by the end of the month. i want to. i'm determined to. there are other things i must get on with and having this idea out of my head and safely on to paper would be quite the accomplishment. it's going slowly, though. i've resurrected one character and horribly murthered another. i've also got a vague idea of how to incorporate mediocrefashion into this mess. hmmmm...
on an unrelated note, this is the most amazing concept i've seen in a while: taking children's drawings and creating them in real life!
and yeasayer. i don't really know what to think of them yet. they're like an eighties synth band and queen and tribal drums all rolled into one on cd. but when they're performing live running around paris singing a capella... well, they're something else and i just love it!
Click to viewi love the chorus in "2080":
yeah yeah we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
and the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
we can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
and this is just a properly priceless rap on tea brought to you by way of chronographia