Well, let us begin with another bit of a flashback…
Frankie Goes To Hollywood: Relax
This song came out when I was about six or seven years old, but it had a brief resurgence when I was a teenager, and I loved it. Ignoring the whole controversy element of the song — people say it’s about one thing, which it very clearly is, and then the band’s singer claims it’s nothing of the sort — it’s the bass I really loved.
And with that out of the way, what else?
Did the makers of NaNoWriMo try to pick the most inconvenient month possible for their venture? Because if it was me, I wouldn’t have picked effing November for it. Thanksgiving preparation, travel, Christmas shopping and more — and amongst all that, I am somehow supposed to fit enough writing to make 50,000 words in a month. Bah. The thing is, I know I can manage it, but deadlines really screwed me up this time. Still, I’ve made some headway on Christmas shopping for the year, and at least it’s not all left until the very last minute!
Yeah, a bit of a theme going on here, but I spent two hours the other day trying to find a bunch of Christmas cards that I’d sent out the previous year. Duh. But since then, I’ve bought some lovely cards that I really like, and I’ll have them all written out and ready to go in plenty of time. Despite my horrible deadlines, it seems I may actually end up somewhat on the ball as far as Christmas goes…
‘Tis The Season To Be Windy
The winds here are, quite frankly, wicked — at least for this area. It’s not just the area, it’s exactly where our home is — it channels the winds right at us. Combined with a thunder-storm at the same altitude as our home, and the weather has been a little nerve-wracking. I used to love the lightning, back when I lived in damp old England — but after you’ve seen a few wildfires started by a lightning strike, it starts to set your nerves on edge a little bit. And the wind has been merrily rearranging the deck furniture, which is a good laugh.
Just because, finally, I got to play games. Hooray! It’s been a while…but a bit of Mario Kart with the wife, and a few double-assassinations in the lovely sandbox world of Assassin’s Creed IV, and I’m feeling surprisingly refreshed.
Cups of tea in the evening, episodes of QI when I can find them, and casual ignorance of the strict rules of my mother tongue. I am a fine example of my breed.