So I did Camp nanowrimo this year. As a Luddite. I only did a 25k goal, given the fact that i had a ton of school stuff going on, but still. 25 k between Remington #3 and handwriting. Granted, this count might not be totally accurate, as half of what I wrote was script and the rule is 1 page, 250 words, but still.
Yay. I still lead the Mafia, but I finally punched my Brigade card.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Aha moment
I finally figured out what i'm going to do with the QDL i could never get to type right. I love the feel of it, but there are some major quirks that are hard to get over.
I'm going to usb convert it.
I'm going to usb convert it.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Friday afternoon happiness
It may not be pretty, but YAY!!!!
Sorry it's blurry... Blogger upload isn't the greatest. I'll redo it later!
Sorry it's blurry... Blogger upload isn't the greatest. I'll redo it later!
Friday, March 15, 2013
And we resurge!!
Camp NaNoWriMo added an April event and a script genre? Seems as if the rebellion was moderately successful after all!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Bad Form
Nope.
Fauxcast. Even better.
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| http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=1017 |
There's another reason. This explains it well.
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Update. In the past 24 hours, I have read the 1500+ comic archive of PHD comics. Great source of procrastination.
2nd Update: It also may be part of a strong craving for ramen.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Eventuality
Yup, eventually I'll get around to posting the rest of the pen reviews (There are a bunch, and one that won't get written because I've pretty much destroyed the pen's ink level.) And there's more fun coming pen wise.
But typewriters? I did my obligatory ITAM post without knowing it was ITAM, so it looks like we're good.
And CLUB? Well, no local or used bookstores that I've found around here, so there's not much point!
Um yeah.
But typewriters? I did my obligatory ITAM post without knowing it was ITAM, so it looks like we're good.
And CLUB? Well, no local or used bookstores that I've found around here, so there's not much point!
Um yeah.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Announcing Pen Week!
So I told you I got a bunch of pens, right? So, starting today, I'm going to try to post a review or a sample every day!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Anticipation
Ug. Waiting for stuff is the worst.
But, the great thing is that hopefully tomorrow, I'll have a handful of pictures and maybe even some pen reviews for you!
But, the great thing is that hopefully tomorrow, I'll have a handful of pictures and maybe even some pen reviews for you!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
These are not hipsters.
This video is rockin and it brings me joy, although I'm also slightly sad to be missing the show yet again...
Monday, January 28, 2013
The bright light of morning
Listening to the decemberists
And cowboy rock and roll
Should get in some quick review,
Of the dorsal columns and anterolateral tracts
Or how calcium conducts electric potentials through the heart
But all I can do is sit here,
Thinking about California One.
And cowboy rock and roll
Should get in some quick review,
Of the dorsal columns and anterolateral tracts
Or how calcium conducts electric potentials through the heart
But all I can do is sit here,
Thinking about California One.
Monday, January 21, 2013
So this whole handwriting thing...
So if the amount I've handwritten today were part of NaNoWriMo, and my estimations on the count are correct, I'd be about a fifth, maybe more like a quarter or a third of the way done. 32 pages of narrow rule.
And the night is still young.
Too bad it's not fiction, right?
And the night is still young.
Too bad it's not fiction, right?
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Five years
We all have pet projects, the ones that we can't let go of, no matter how much we try. Mine started as a trial run for NaNo 2007, after I had a dream I had to get out or I was going to lose it. What followed was about 20,000 words in a handful of Moleskine cahiers over the course of the week of fall break. I've worked on it in bursts over the years, first as a continuous story, then as a discontinuous set of shorts that weave in and out of the original idea, and take it from a novel to an epic. What once spanned two years now covers fifteen.
Last night, I had a revelation. There is a key event that is the premise for most of the action in the story. Without it, the dream I had makes no sense. In the past, I'd just danced around what happened, the mechanics, but five years and three months after I wrote the first words, it finally came together. I know how out all happened, and it works. It's beautiful.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Human hand
The human hand was not designed to write thousands of words a day, every day, with a pen.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I am a scientist...
...and I know it!!
If you need a pick me up--but with a disclaimer that if you aren't a scientist or aren't familiar with this world, you may not find them as hilariously awesome as I think they are--but still. Check it out.
#overlyhonestmethods
On twitter.
If you need a pick me up--but with a disclaimer that if you aren't a scientist or aren't familiar with this world, you may not find them as hilariously awesome as I think they are--but still. Check it out.
#overlyhonestmethods
On twitter.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Friday, December 21, 2012
Caution.
May be prone to any of the following:
Loud Shrieks
Squacking
Squacks
Plocks
Crows
Whistles
Other loud noises
Louder Noises
Kermit Like Spazzes
Loud Shrieks
Squacking
Squacks
Plocks
Crows
Whistles
Other loud noises
Louder Noises
Kermit Like Spazzes
Monday, December 10, 2012
Slight Anger
You know when you ask a friend and artisan to make you a gift for Christmas, and then they bail on you?
Yeah, just happened to me.
And I'm kind of angry.
Okay, really angry.
Not trying to melt down and rage. And really trying hard not to tell him he ruined Christmas.
Yup.
Yeah, just happened to me.
And I'm kind of angry.
Okay, really angry.
Not trying to melt down and rage. And really trying hard not to tell him he ruined Christmas.
Yup.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Hipster Identity
*deep breath*
Going to admit it.
I think I've become a hipster.
Most of you in the typosphere are aware of this term, as it has a direct impact on the growing costs of typewriters, so I'm not going to define it in general. However, I will clarify what I mean by it.
Where I'm from, there are different types of hipsters--and all of this is gross generalization, I know, so sorry if I offend anyone. You have the hipster hipsters, who look homeless as they sit on their Macbook Pro outside the local coffee shop. There's the drunk hipsters, who love their PBR. There's the scientists, hanging out at coffee hour, riding their 80s road bikes all over campus. And then there is the group that I feel like I belong to--and one of the more prevalent groups where I come from--the outdoors hipster.
We're the ones who drive the "outdoorsy" car--usually a Subaru, often covered with stickers from companies we by our gear from, bike or ski rack on the top, and of course, dirty, because we have to let everyone know that we do stuff outside. We wear the skinny jeans and flannel shirts and boots partially because it is stylish, and partially because it is practical. See, cool thing about skinny jeans is that they don't get caught in bike chains--because yeah, we tend to ride bikes. We do things like rock climb and ski and hike and generally enjoy being outdoors. Some enjoy their microbrews and local food, while others love the cheapness of PBR. We're all about supporting our small local businesses--coffeshops and gear shops and those quirky little bookshops that pop up in random places.
I definitely fit into that category. No, I don't exactly drive a Subaru, but the only reason that my car isn't covered in stickers is that they got lost in the move. I own and use multiple typewriters, write movies and novels, and my daily pen case carries more than one fountain pen. I ride my bike most days, but have carried a Timbuktu bag for far longer than I've been riding my bike--same for the skinny jeans too. One of the things I miss most about home are those quirky little shops--there aren't the used bookstores and stationary shops and galleries and hole in the wall restaurants here that we had at home. Same with coffeeshops. I've found one, so far, that even comes close to fitting the category of cool local place--in the middle of a shopping mall. Whole foods is mainstream, which is good, because there aren't little markets anywhere either. The guys at the gear shop here are more used to tourists than locals, you can tell that. But it's okay. I'm bringing my slight hipsterness to where I live, so that's a good thing, right?
Funny thing is hipster is one group I never really planned on fitting into, but when I think about the people back home, and look for an easy way to explain them to the people I meet, it's the one word that kinda describes us. That, and hippies, the kind that wear Chacos until the snow is deep and are proud to show up to class covered in dirt from an early morning climbing trip, and will serve you squash for dinner when you go home with them. I guess we're a weird combination of both.
And that's where we kind of aren't hipsters. We don't like things because they're ironic or do them to make a point. We do what we do, love what we love because we love it, pure and simple. I collect typewriters and fountain pens because they make me happy. I ride my bike to save gas and to exercise--I do far too much sitting on my butt lately. I eat organic produce not because it costs more or makes any sort of statement. It just lasts longer and tastes better--shopping at Whole Foods isn't a status thing for me. It mostly just keeps my body happier.
So maybe my calling myself a hipster isn't exactly true. I have the traits but it's not something that I could ever give myself fully too--I'm too much of a hippie to ever adhere to one school of thought. But, I will admit to embracing my hipster side. And, now, I'm proud of it.
Going to admit it.
I think I've become a hipster.
Most of you in the typosphere are aware of this term, as it has a direct impact on the growing costs of typewriters, so I'm not going to define it in general. However, I will clarify what I mean by it.
Where I'm from, there are different types of hipsters--and all of this is gross generalization, I know, so sorry if I offend anyone. You have the hipster hipsters, who look homeless as they sit on their Macbook Pro outside the local coffee shop. There's the drunk hipsters, who love their PBR. There's the scientists, hanging out at coffee hour, riding their 80s road bikes all over campus. And then there is the group that I feel like I belong to--and one of the more prevalent groups where I come from--the outdoors hipster.
We're the ones who drive the "outdoorsy" car--usually a Subaru, often covered with stickers from companies we by our gear from, bike or ski rack on the top, and of course, dirty, because we have to let everyone know that we do stuff outside. We wear the skinny jeans and flannel shirts and boots partially because it is stylish, and partially because it is practical. See, cool thing about skinny jeans is that they don't get caught in bike chains--because yeah, we tend to ride bikes. We do things like rock climb and ski and hike and generally enjoy being outdoors. Some enjoy their microbrews and local food, while others love the cheapness of PBR. We're all about supporting our small local businesses--coffeshops and gear shops and those quirky little bookshops that pop up in random places.
I definitely fit into that category. No, I don't exactly drive a Subaru, but the only reason that my car isn't covered in stickers is that they got lost in the move. I own and use multiple typewriters, write movies and novels, and my daily pen case carries more than one fountain pen. I ride my bike most days, but have carried a Timbuktu bag for far longer than I've been riding my bike--same for the skinny jeans too. One of the things I miss most about home are those quirky little shops--there aren't the used bookstores and stationary shops and galleries and hole in the wall restaurants here that we had at home. Same with coffeeshops. I've found one, so far, that even comes close to fitting the category of cool local place--in the middle of a shopping mall. Whole foods is mainstream, which is good, because there aren't little markets anywhere either. The guys at the gear shop here are more used to tourists than locals, you can tell that. But it's okay. I'm bringing my slight hipsterness to where I live, so that's a good thing, right?
Funny thing is hipster is one group I never really planned on fitting into, but when I think about the people back home, and look for an easy way to explain them to the people I meet, it's the one word that kinda describes us. That, and hippies, the kind that wear Chacos until the snow is deep and are proud to show up to class covered in dirt from an early morning climbing trip, and will serve you squash for dinner when you go home with them. I guess we're a weird combination of both.
And that's where we kind of aren't hipsters. We don't like things because they're ironic or do them to make a point. We do what we do, love what we love because we love it, pure and simple. I collect typewriters and fountain pens because they make me happy. I ride my bike to save gas and to exercise--I do far too much sitting on my butt lately. I eat organic produce not because it costs more or makes any sort of statement. It just lasts longer and tastes better--shopping at Whole Foods isn't a status thing for me. It mostly just keeps my body happier.
So maybe my calling myself a hipster isn't exactly true. I have the traits but it's not something that I could ever give myself fully too--I'm too much of a hippie to ever adhere to one school of thought. But, I will admit to embracing my hipster side. And, now, I'm proud of it.
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