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Or something like that. Sunday and I still managed to actually get something done in terms of reducing my workload. Of course, reduced does not mean gone, but it helps. Maybe tomorrow I'll start on those papers that I've been assigned and haven't actually done anything about yet. Or maybe I'll do a little more work on some other things. All of my papers are assigned. Now they all actually have to get done. Whee. I'm hoping for simpler days - the kinds where I can be a sillymorph without a care. The kinds of days where you can find profound revelations in the fractal patterns of tic-tac-toe games.
The kinds of days where a cardboard box is your best friend. (Mmm - transmogrifier, duplicator, and time machine, all in one. Calvin is a genius.)
Hrm. With all the fervor appearing over National Novel Writing Month (50K words in the month of November), if you can't necessarily commit to the fifty thousand words, there's a slightly shorter option - Write a Short Story Week. A piddling five thousand words in one week to become a short story. Considering I may very well be writing close to fifty thousand words in my studies for the upcoming month, I think I'll take that over writing a novel, even though the novel would be far more enjoyable. Unfortunately, one is for a grade and one is not. Guess which gets priority.
Also, be careful of the train of consciousness. (It's the first part in a few. The second part so far, is talking about symbols and slogans that we laugh at now that were Serious Stuff back then. I just like the idea of the train-wreck of consciousness more.
Oh, yes. The obligatory Internet pwns 1984 and Big Brother rah rah rah Internets article. They're a dime a dozen these days. If there are so many who want to work for AWESOME out here on in the anarch-net, then why haven't we managed to organize ourselves into a useful force? (Answers such as "We're still a tiny, tiny piece of the population" are acceptable as well as theoretical discourses on the generally unorganized nature of the disorganized anarch)
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The kinds of days where a cardboard box is your best friend. (Mmm - transmogrifier, duplicator, and time machine, all in one. Calvin is a genius.)
Hrm. With all the fervor appearing over National Novel Writing Month (50K words in the month of November), if you can't necessarily commit to the fifty thousand words, there's a slightly shorter option - Write a Short Story Week. A piddling five thousand words in one week to become a short story. Considering I may very well be writing close to fifty thousand words in my studies for the upcoming month, I think I'll take that over writing a novel, even though the novel would be far more enjoyable. Unfortunately, one is for a grade and one is not. Guess which gets priority.
Also, be careful of the train of consciousness. (It's the first part in a few. The second part so far, is talking about symbols and slogans that we laugh at now that were Serious Stuff back then. I just like the idea of the train-wreck of consciousness more.
Oh, yes. The obligatory Internet pwns 1984 and Big Brother rah rah rah Internets article. They're a dime a dozen these days. If there are so many who want to work for AWESOME out here on in the anarch-net, then why haven't we managed to organize ourselves into a useful force? (Answers such as "We're still a tiny, tiny piece of the population" are acceptable as well as theoretical discourses on the generally unorganized nature of the disorganized anarch)
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