national novel writing month
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
So I’m going to try to do NaNoWriMo again this year. For those who don’t know, the object of National Novel Writing Month is to write a whole novel during the month of November. It’s an excellent way to test how uninspired, boring, and lazy you are. Fun! To complete the task, I must write at least 50,000 words by the end of the month. Last year — my first-ever try — I didn’t quite make it, having written only zero words by the end of the month. I fully plan to at least tie last year’s word count.
Turns out Paul Phillips is entering this year. Also, Weblog Sin Pies contributor Joe, who, if I remember correctly, completed the task last year. You all should try it too! Then we’ll start a publishing company and sell our novels for billions. Then we’ll light cigars with $100 bills.
I’m still going to try to update Weblog Sin Pies as often as possible, but I have to say, I think I’m really going to focus on the novel this month. And I barely update once a week as it is. I’ve been passively recruiting more contributors and have semi-commitments from a few. But maybe this is a good time to branch out a bit. If you’ve got something interesting to say and would like to become a Weblog Sin Pies contributor, send me a message, and maybe we can work something out.
I’ll get to that backlog of News and Aaaahs and also a recap of the Funkistan reunion sometime soon. Most likely.
Some scientists say that the ultimate predator of all time is the tyrannosaur. That’s because they haven’t seen me at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Other scientists (and people at the buffet) have a different theory entirely. They believe that T-Rex was a scavenger — like a giant, scaly vulture — and not a predator at all. The scavenger theorists point to evidence of weak jaw muscles, a sign, they say, that the mouth of an adult tyrannosaur was meant for picking up scraps rather than crushing necks. But what does anyone really know about T-Rex, anyway? He’s dead, and all we have are bones. I, on the other hand, am alive and can bite through a soda can. That is a well-documented fact. You should see my military-grade nightguard. My dentist says it stops me from biting my own mouth off while I sleep — and he’s kind of like a scientist. So this match may not be as skewed as it appears on the surface. 
Whew! Keeping this thing updated is taxing on the brain, you know? I’ve been compiling links for days, so many of the things you’re about to find out could be outdated. Not my problem. Read on!
Idea: new reality competition television program! It’s a race, like NASCAR, with cars and a track. But wait; there’s more! Each car is operated by a team of four people, instead of the usual (and, let’s admit it, BOR-ing) one person. Each of the four team members will have a vital role to play in ensuring a smooth race. One will operate the pedals, and another will operate the steering wheel. At this point it seems there’s nothing left for the other two to do. That’s because I haven’t finished explaining things yet. The people operating the vehicle will be blindfolded and will each have a partner. The partners will be able to see, obviously, and will be giving directions to their blindfolded teammates. Imagine all the yelling! The object of the show is to prove that your “friends” are usually your worst enemies and your biggest hindrance.
