fuckity fuck

okay, may be offline for a bit - seems my mainboard is on the way down the shitter. *sigh*

not the thing to want to have happen with holidays around the corner.

anyway, anyone want any of the following pieces parts?

- Western Digital 200GB HDD [8MB buffer "special edition"]
- Promise UltraATA100 PCI controller card
- Various hunks of PC133 RAM [768MB total, IIRC]
- Pentium 3 1.0GHz CPU
- Abit VH6-T Pentium 3 Motherboard

The HDD & ATA controller are almost unused. The other stuff was recently removed from K's machine [and works up to 150MHz FSB] after about a year's service.

No Mo Wri Mo

[inspired by an entry by sukipot]

I find myself in a similar mindspace - "I could write this or that, but it would suck, and I'd end up getting annoyingly caught up in the details. . . or it would be pointless wanking" [read: dialogue that is realistic to the point that it doesn't accomplish anything. . . you know, like real conversation. heh]

I failed pathetically at NaNoWriMo last year. I have enough failure and frustration on my plate, thanks. Besides, I don't have an idea that would last 50,000 words. My most ambitious ones are something between 8 and 12k. Most are about a quarter or half that. I'm a short story writer. I'm fine with that. Less space to get caught up with the wibbling that nips at the heels of story like a nagging mother in law, whose axe to grind is suspension of disbelief.

My problem is trust - I don't trust my readers to be able to jump through any hoops at all, lift anything heavier than a paperclip, or miss the ground when they fall, so I fuck up my intrepitude making allowances.

Maybe I should go back to being a demanding bastard and leave things hanging in space, to be plucked by those who can reach.