So for those of who don't know, NaNoWriMo is, it's insane. Basically, the point is to write at least 50 000 words in the month of November. Yeah, I know. This is my first year participating, though I have heard about it before, and I'm super excited. I've got a few ideas swirling around in my head, but I'm hoping to get a few more before Sunday. I have no idea if I'll be able to do, but I'm really looking forward to trying!
If I don't post much ^^ that's why. I'll try and keep this updated with my story and new developments, but I'm not sure how that will go.
NaNo 2010!!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
I plucked real live dead pieces of chicken today...
You read it right! Tonight for dinner we were have Shake-n-Bake chicken (which, by the way was delicious) but my mom was running late so she called from work to get me to put it in the oven. Fine. I open the package of chicken and since it's still kind of frozen, I put dumped it into a strainer in the sink. Still fine. I start to separate the chicken because it's still stuck together. I pick up the first piece and start to rinse it off. I suddenly realize that it's still got feathers in the skin!! Ok, calm down. Not like long white normal chicken feathers - these were more like stringy-fiber things but it was still disturbing and really gross. (I'm going to keep calling them feathers, because stringy-fiber things get tiring after a while.)
So anyway, I knew that I had to get them off, but I really didn't want to have to actually touch the chicken or the feathers. I tried scraping them off with a fork but that didn't really work very well.
I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to pluck the feathers off myself. So that's what I spent an hour doing this evening. Taking all the feathers off of nine chicken thighs (weird!) so that my family and I could have a nice dinner without having to stop and pick chicken feathers of the chicken.
I was rather disappointed with the grocery store people or whoever it was that was responsible for de-feathering the chicken - they didn't do a very good job. I mean, come one, that's why I buy chicken from a grocery store - so that I don't have to kill it and pluck it myself!
That's my story for today and it really did happen. I felt like I was back in olden days before grocery stores were supposed to do that for you.
So anyway, I knew that I had to get them off, but I really didn't want to have to actually touch the chicken or the feathers. I tried scraping them off with a fork but that didn't really work very well.
I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to pluck the feathers off myself. So that's what I spent an hour doing this evening. Taking all the feathers off of nine chicken thighs (weird!) so that my family and I could have a nice dinner without having to stop and pick chicken feathers of the chicken.
I was rather disappointed with the grocery store people or whoever it was that was responsible for de-feathering the chicken - they didn't do a very good job. I mean, come one, that's why I buy chicken from a grocery store - so that I don't have to kill it and pluck it myself!
That's my story for today and it really did happen. I felt like I was back in olden days before grocery stores were supposed to do that for you.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I'm sick - in actual real life!
So this is actually how I'm feeling right as this very moment...I realize it's a crappy drawing, but I'm not an artist because I'm sick right now. (I'm also not at artist any other time, but that's beside the point)
A Demon-Squirrel and some Gangsta Geese
So today I was talking to my friend before class. Since we were outside, I was not surprised to see a little squirrel hunting around in the leaves and grass. I thought "Aww look, a little squirrel" and went on with my conversation. The idea started growing in my head that it would be mildly entertaining to toss a stick near the squirrel and see what would happen. [I wasn't trying to hit the squirrel, I just wanted to see if it would jump or something.] I found a medium sized woodchip and tossed it close to the squirrel. Nothing happened. The squirrel went on with its business as if nothing had happened. I was disappointed but went on with the conversation.
After a few minutes, I had to leave for class, and I took one last look at the squirrel. It was staring right at me. I kept walking, thinking that if I just kept my head down and went on walking, it would leave me alone. I heard its claws clicking as it ran across the pavement, straight at me. I began to run. It began to run too. This particular squirrel was quite fast and overtook me quickly. It jumped on my head and dug its claws in. It was all “I’m going to make your head bleed for throwing that woodchip at me!”
After a few minutes, I had to leave for class, and I took one last look at the squirrel. It was staring right at me. I kept walking, thinking that if I just kept my head down and went on walking, it would leave me alone. I heard its claws clicking as it ran across the pavement, straight at me. I began to run. It began to run too. This particular squirrel was quite fast and overtook me quickly. It jumped on my head and dug its claws in. It was all “I’m going to make your head bleed for throwing that woodchip at me!”
Me: But I wasn’t trying to hit you!
Demon-Squirrel: But you threw it and now you must pay in blood!
Me: Help! Help!
So while I was running around like a crazy person, some geese saw what was going on and decided to join the fun. By fun I mean they started to chase me too, while hissing and flapping their wings. They were all “We’re going to freak you out even more because we’re geese and that’s what we do!”
Demon-Squirrel: And now I’m going to get inside your bag here and destroy everything inside for revenge!
Gansta-Geese: We be straight up Gs and that’s how we roll!”
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