Fattypants’ Neighborhood

No, it's not the name of a new Disney after-school TV series. Sorry to disappoint.

The title of this post is actually referring to a couple of super-awesome photos from Amanda's recent trip to Colorado, where she enjoyed the rare and thrilling experience of having her face tasted by a full-grown wolf. Not many can say they've done that, you know, because usually they are dead or unable to form words through all the scar tissue...

Hungry Like the Wolf

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Panda and Some Bears

Isn't she just adorable?

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I'd be lost without my Tweetie.

I've made the mistake of writing the "end" of my NaNoWriMo story. 

It was in my head, and I was excited, because I'd actually come up with an ending.  Which I didn't start out with - so you can imagine my pleasure.  This freak of a story which I'd embarked upon without any knowledge of the characters or the world they live in (or, rather, die in, since I've already killed off half the cast) was just sort of flopping along, without any arms or legs, and while I pitied it, I kept on writing.

And then last night while at the gym (it's annoyingly cliche that my brain really DOES work better during exercise) I struck upon how this monster would actually end.  So I rushed home and wrote it, while it was still all pink and fresh and gleaming.

And now I feel like I'm done.  I know I'm not; I mean, there's a whole lot of middle-stuff that I haven't even considered yet.  Step one, character. Step two, ?? Step three, result!  It's the Underpants Gnomes of stories.  I'm finding it incredibly hard to care about the middle stuff though.  My brain has convinved itself that it's finished this story, and it wants to move on to the next one.

I sense the rest of this month of writing is going to be very painful.

Go forth and fill your libraries with media.

Seriously, thanks to everyone for being so amazing and patient. You are the reason I love Vox.

~daisy

I was just told that the Amazon Conduit will be fixed by tomorrow. I will post here as soon as I get word that it's back up and running.

I know this has been frustrating and I am sorry there wasn't more I could do to make it less so. I really appreciate your patience though.

Cheers,

daisy

So guess what?  My Minchin-heavy blog will soon be filled with my so-entertaining moanings about writing.  I shall write in order to procrastinate from writing. That's brilliant, isn't it?

I haven't really got much of an idea of what I'll be attempting... I mean, I do have an idea, but there's no plot to it at all. Which might be all right - in the past, when I've had a plot in mind, the characters just sort of went off on their own anyway and completely ignored my wishes. Rampant, they ran. I have no control. It's a damn good thing I'm not a parent if I can't even keep track of my imaginary people.

SO, you've been warned. I think that's rather nice of me, don't you?

Oh and also, if you want to join in, please do visit nanowrimo.org and sign up. It's crazy-fun.

He's nothing if not comical...

DG Undercover

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It's five in the morning on a Monday.

You awaken to what feels like an angry blacksmith is using your bladder for a bellows.

You waste no time in getting out of bed.

Bleary, you shamble off to the bathroom.

The sound of a heavy Seattle downpour is coming in through the tiny, high-set window in the shower.

Just then, the toes of your right foot come to rest in a puddle of cold water.

NOW ANSWER QUICKLY: What is the first thought to enter your mind upon feeling the wetness?

Perhaps one of these?

A) The roof is leaking!!! Aaaaaiieeeee!!!

B) Well, at least it's not a warm puddle...
 
C) That reminds me, we need paper towels.

D) Hmm, I don't live in Seattle, so I must be dreaming.

E) Hmm, I don't have a right foot, so I must be dreaming.

F) Ew.

G) What an interesting coincidence there happened to be a heavy rain just when I discovered the watery evidence of a failed toilet shutoff valve.

For what it's worth, the first choice above was my first reaction and the last one on the list was the reality.

It's funny how the brain will sometimes contrive a false connection between two similar but utterly unrelated pieces of data and then regard the resulting incorrect assumption as fact, referring back to the original irrelevant data as its proof.

The moral of the story is that sometimes people put beer in apple juice bottles.

Or something to that effect.

Friday Night with Jonathan Ross airs in the United States on 30 Oct 2009 on BBC America.

BUT, if by chance you don't get BBC America (shame on you) here's the interview:

He appeared on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross and sang this hilarious song:

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