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ETA DURR half the point of posting an entry was that I didn't think I'd linked to this.
Check it out: It's my rollergirl bio on the Queen City Rollergirls' Official Site.
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Sorry, I just posted a NaNo update to treigylgweith but posted it here by accident. Nurr. I so smart.

I just got home from roller derby practice like half an hour ago and I'm starving but it's nearly midnight and I really shouldn't be eating this late. Also I had dinner and it was plenty. But I'm so hungry...

OK, I'll microwave a potato and put way too much cheese on it. That was actually my favorite illicit snack in college. I'm serious: microwave potato with cheese. So. Good. Such. Junk. Nngh!
I love potatoes and Z hates them, because he is a heathen and a pagan and also approximately the only person on Earth who is not in any way Irish. (There must be Irish in there somewhere. Everyone's Irish. My mom's Irish, on her mother's father's side eleven generations back. [And Anne Borodell {1618-1712, m. George Denison 1646} of Cork was probably the daughter of immigrants to Ireland herself, but it doesn't matter; my mom is descended from her and thus is Irish dammit.])

I ate it and now I want another one, which is fairly stupid. But oh well.

Tonight at rollergirls we played Blood & Thunder, which is terrifying in concept: Everyone lines up. At the first whistle, you start skating around the track. At the second whistle, you start eliminating one another. The winner is the last girl still skating who hasn't fallen or gone out of bounds.
The drill was spoiled by one girl who's a fast skater and so survived by getting out front and simply not letting anyone catch up to her. This was really stupid when it was (twice!!!) down to her and to another girl who was a good hitter and who had either hit or pushed everyone else out of bounds. But the second girl wasn't fast enough to catch the first, who simply avoided her. Now, i could see how that would be a valid technique in a bout, but in a drill where the point is to hit, be hit, and prove your ability? It was just fucking annoying. The other girl was a competent skater: it's not like she'd just randomly fall for no reason. I could see skating fast to escape the pack, but at the end, when it's just you and one other person? How stupid. The other 20 or so of us were standing around with our thumbs up our asses waiting for that round to be over so we could do it again, and there she is, skating around like it's open skate nite and she's waiting for the DJ to put on a better song. Give me a fucking break and show some courtesy, huh?

Then we actually did a brief imitation of a mock bout. That was cool. None of us had any idea what was going on. Sweetpea attempted to explain it, and put us all in order, and told us what to do, and then turned us loose with a simple objective: the girl at the back had to get from the front, and those designated as her teammates had to help her, while those designated as the other team had to stop her. Simple enough, you would think, but it's not.
Roller derby is actually more complicated than Quidditch. I asked which of us was supposed to catch the Golden Snitch and most of the girls cracked up.
I am serious, it is more complicated than Quidditch. We all stood there saying, "Whuh?" through the first three or four times Sweetpea explained it to us, and then we skated around in complete confusion. It was fun. Sort of stupid and pointless, but it had to be done. Now I'll go read the rules again and maybe they'll make sense.
But I'm not hopeful.

Nano proceeds apace. I've broken 10k. I wrote two scenes. The third will follow tomorrow. That'll largely cover Act I. I figure the book's 3 acts long. At 3-4 major 'scenes' per 'act', at 4-6k a scene, that would make it roughly 50k words. And then you figure that I overwrite by almost half, and you've got an easy 75k.

I know what happens in Act I and in most of Act II. I really haven't a clue about Act III but I do have a couple possibilities. I really have to meet the villain first. I don't know enough about him/her/it/whatever. Urgh, I am trying to be efficient.

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Everyone's taking this quiz. "I thought I took that one already," I thought. I went and looked at it. It's not the one I took before. ( results of the accent quiz )

Which is interesting, as I am a lifelong resident of New York State, and could plausibly be placed either in their Northeast grouping or their Great Lakes grouping (although I haven't been in Buffalo long enough to reasonably have the accent, it does come out at times and astonish me). But no. I instead possess the no-accent of a place I've never been. How nice to hear I'd be good at radio. That's actually been said before.


Another thing: Z is nearly done with the new calendar website for his newspaper. While browsing he discovered that the coffeehouse where the NaNoWriMo writing group meets is actually a church. Did I know this? No, I had no idea, despite having been there at least half a dozen times.
I'm serious. The coffee house is a church. I am not making this up.

Z: They're a Khristian Koffee Kult!
me: ?????????????!!!!!!!!!

I don't know whether I feel better or worse for having tipped them generously.

Actually the idea of spending Friday evening at a church service wherein you can sit on a couch sipping a cappucino would be pretty compelling if they weren't, you know, fundie whackjobs. (I have trouble with the Biblical Infallibility sorts. I'm sorry, I need a little interpretation laid on that shit. It don't make sense if you're trying to be literal about it. No offense. At least the Catholics have a "don't try this at home" clause.)

Meanwhile I'm already at 14000 words and I haven't transitioned to the next act, so I'm running over on wordcount, but at least I'm progressing quickly. As long as I do a major scene every day or two the wordcount shouldn't matter too much.
But I have an assload of laundry to do. Nnnngh.