It’s time to gear up for NaNoWriMo again!
I picked the participant icon I did because I want to hear Louise say, “So, you chose the icon with the blue squiddle.”

Last night, i was hauling some stuff out of the back seat of my car, my arms were full and I used my left elbow to slam the car door shut. Only I did not back and away from the car before I did this, so I bruised some very tender places on my left side. This morning, I was reaching under my desk for my blue sneaker, and I whacked my head on the corner of the desk. Got a bump on my head. When I got to work, I took my leftover PIF Chang’s to central services to put in the fridge. Only I put it in the microwave and walked away. I figured that out before I got back to my desk. What I didn’t notice, until recently was that I leaked mongolian beef sauce all down my left pant leg. I smell like chinese food. And then, just now, walking with my sneaker untied, I tripped and whacked my hand into the corner of the window sill. Right on the top of the hand, you know… so it hurts more than it really should.
And really today, and last night, are not all that different from any other day.
For those of you who expressed interest in becoming a minion in Satan’s bookclub, Satan is well pleased with you… look for more information to come. Louise and I did some brainstorming at dinner last night. i’ll probably be working on it on my sabbatical. [which in fifteen days! Hooray!] I’ll be back later to discuss the Susanna Clarke reading and signing.

Well, as it turns out, the problem with my camera, and the picture of Louise and Clive Barker, was that I had it, the camera, on video mode. So we are left with a low quality, wee little movie of them posing, and then the camera pointing to the floor while Clive Barker tells me the flash did not go off. And Louise could not be happier to relieve the moment over and over. I am just sad that we can’t get a decent still frame, but oh well. The original movie, off the camera, used to have my voice saying a word that is similar to “didinit?” [a tiny throw back to that Oklahoma accent I was referring to] But for some reason that was cut off when I exported out of iMovie. And believe it or not, I’m sad, because I know how much Fee likes to make fun of my voice. I don’t have time to figure it out, however.
So there you go. Louise and I watched it a few times and reminisced how utterly delightful and charming he was.
There was a display of banned books at the bookstore the other night, and Louise asked me who exactly bans these books. I said, “ummm… THEY do. You know.. them.” But we’ve been emailing back and forth a bit about it, I sent her this link to a Denver Post article I found on Bookslut. She pointed out the following quoted letter from the article:
“‘Whale Talk’ is a vile, un-Godly, profane novel,” she said in The Detroit News. “My heart cries for the children who have read this book because … what we have subjected ourselves to stays within us and Satan can use that to our detriment …”
Louise: I’m surprised Satan hasn’t made more use of all the crap I read. I would expect to see more detrimental effects if he had been.
Me: I’m surprised Satan hasn’t asked me to join his book club!
Louise: That would be fun. You should start a Satan’s Bookclub weblog to log all your books.
Me: Yes, and we could rate things on just how very godless they are.
So look for Satan’s Bookclub, coming soon. In which we plan to determine just how damaging certain books have been to our everlasting souls. Or maybe we’ll just read naughty books, I don’t know. I haven’t worked out the details.

Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and I got sick of my music. I’m currently between audio book selections, I’m waiting for some things to come in at the library. So I turned on the radio. I have not listened to the radio in months. It’s all part of my new plan to add excitement to my life by not using my clock radio anymore. That is life on the edge. And I’ve been doing the audio book thing in the car… so no real radio. First, I heard a commercial about a reality tv show in which wives/mothers swap households. The next episode features a woman who drives a school bus and chops wood for six hours a day swapping with a rich wife who’s never worked a day in her life. Next, a local talk show advertised a segment “How dental floss can keep you organized.” And finally I learned that Tony Danza now has his own daytime talk show. So I pulled over to the side of the road. And I cried.

no updating until big reports are finished. One down, one more to go. You know if I am still at work after 9pm, I must be busy, for I am the most supreme avoider of work ever.

Kerry Team: They Wish They Were That Sinister
By wonkette for Wonkette
So Scott McClellan thinks that the Kerry team forged the Bush National Guard documents. As if! Those poor slobs are still wasting time “doing research;” we don’t think they’ve figured out that you can just make shit up. The Bush team, on the other hand, made shit up our way into war. Some artfully just-enough-fake documents? Cake. And it’s not like they haven’t done that before, either. . .

I am so busy right now. Both at work and at home. I am a level of busy that I am not at all comfortable with, lover of sloth that I am. The worst part is, re: the home busy, I should be working my tail off, but I am reading instead. So… what’s it called when you are super busy, but ignoring it in favor of books? Besides procrastination? or denial. Now, at work, I was plugging a long, working hard until Dr. Stevil had to send me some Sims2 links!! It’s been released for the pc. And even though the Mac version has only been unofficially announced, those links were all it took to send me off on a wild goose chase for screen shots and quicktime movies. The Sims are the ultimate shiny object to me. In a way, I’m glad the mac version is not out. For the next 29 days, I will be all kinds of swamped. It will require hard work. *shudder* And then I will be fantastically NOT busy for three weeks while I am on sabbatical. Then we go back to busy at work, and with NaNoWrimo. [It would be disastrous for the Sims2 to be released right before NaNoWriMo. ] But after the new year, I’ll only be busy at work. So…
EA, Maxis and most likely Aspyr,
You are free to start production on the Sims2 for Mac OS X. I think a nice early spring 05 release would suit me best. And please don’t make me have to buy a G5 just to play it. I’m on a budget. If you could keep it on an 800 GHz level, that would be great. If not, I could always play on squishy, but she has less ram than my home machine. So thanks for everything, and remember, early Spring 05.
Thank you in advance,
Jodi
*when I was a little tiny kid, my family would say “Look Jodi! A butterfly!” and when I turned my head to look, they’d snatch food off my plate. Isn’t that horrible? Taking advantage of a preschooler aged child like that?

Turns out that was only the 475th post. Sorry. We’ll celebrate later.

I had no idea that the president cared so much about me and my gynecological issues.

Early Friday morning, round about 3 am, I woke up and decided to use the little girls room. When I got out of bed, I was especially stiff, for some reason. So I did some stretches. I bent over to touch my toes, careful to keep my knees slightly bent, and when I came back up, I did that slow rounded back roll up method they always stress in exercise class. And because I did that, because I followed those stupid aerobic class rules, I did something unpleasant to my back. It did a sort of a ripping thing. I hurt myself. I don’t know what I did, but it hurt. And the only way I was without pain, was flat on my back. I called injured to work, and there I stayed, on my back. All day. I did call into one meeting, and thought it was pretty cool, taking a meeting in my pajamas, in bed, with the kitty curled up on my legs. It did not, however, make up for the muscle spasming.
I’m glad it happened right before the weekend, because it gave me a couple of days to recover. I could stand ok, after many alieve, but I was sort of hunched over. I could not sit for more than a minute or two without a lot of pain. Saturday was better, and I moved around more. Sunday… there was no need to sleep in so late, or stay so horizontal all day, but I didn’t want to push it. By Monday, it was just habit, you know? Far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth when it’s passing out the Permission to be Lazy and Do Nothing but Read All Day cards.