November 11, 2011 1:10 PM
Posted by Jei D. Marcade
Happy Ultimate 빼빼로 Day, everyone! For those not in the know, Pepero is a delicious Korean snack that started out as a pack of simple chocolate-covered cookie sticks, but that now comes in many different flavors and varieties. (My favorite is the nude Pepero, though I'm also partial to the almond-studded kind.) It's Pepero Day because today's date, 11/11, looks like a bunch of upright Pepero, and it's Ultimate Pepero Day because the year is '11 as well! CLEARLY THIS MOST HOLY OF DAYS WAS SANCTIFIED BY THE GODS.
Note: I am not yet lush enough to keep Jameson in my home office; I use the canister to hold my knitting needles*.
*"Knitting needles" is not code for "MOAR whiskey."
Ye of little faith.
I have a confession to make, dear readers: I am, for the most part, a slow writer. It may be more accurate to say that I am, in fact, a s l o w w r i t e r. (I say "for the most part" because it's occurred to me that everything I wrote here was pounded out in 48 hours or less. Hmn. Correlation...) Going into Clarion West, I was v. apprehensive that I would be unable to maintain a story-per-week pace, but I quite nearly did (I submitted one story unfinished [though some might accuse me of submitting most of my stories unfinished e_e]), and this was actually what convinced me that I might be able to handle NaNoWriMo this year.
Aha. Ahahaha. Dear readers, I have fallen far, far behind. My current word count is as laughable as it is baffling, because in this my third November outside the sacred house of academia, I've had plenty of time to write. Feel free to mock me to my digital face. I just (still) lack the discipline to make a daily ritual of it. Additionally, something else that Clarion West conditioned me to do was write in the sepulchral (what, so I like the word sepulchral) silence of the CW House's Pit of Productivity, wherein one broke said silence under unspoken pain of death, and I have thus far been unable to replicate these conditions out here in the World.
Aaand typing that out has made me realize that these are all silly excuses and can undoubtedly be remedied by reconditioning, which is something I'll be working on these remaining weeks and beyond. Aja aja fighting!
In unrelated news, Joe has recently gotten into Magic: The Gathering, which is why I just blew another stack of cash that should have probably gone into groceries to buy an event deck.
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But because I am as greedy a planeswalker as I was in my high school years, I find myself once again running into the difficulty of being unable to whittle my red&white deck down to lean, mean, fighting form. After the last of my tearful reductions, my new fighting force is teetering at an unwieldy