State of the Flower, baby! Ultra’s coming along. It’s moving at a more relaxed pace than my usual UltraRages… I’m doing a scene or three every day rather than huge binges. I can’t get myself to do more than that, but it’s okay, I have plenty of time left. I’ve written one ‘okay’ fight, one ‘pretty cool’ fight and I’ve set up some very logical plotline outcomes that lead to the Next Big Thing. I’m proud of the plotting. It’s the WRITING that’s the hard bit (see earlier post).
People in chat have been calling me ‘2F’ lately. I kind of like that. It’s less plagaristic of Terry Pratchett and makes me sound l33t. I’ve been getting back into #improfanfic chat lately after vanishing for awhile; there’s some fun folks around I didn’t know previously, like Joii, and the ‘midcarders’ seem to have advanced in rank since my absence. Very good. Now if we could get Lurk to stop talking about rectal intercourse we’d be golden.
I forgot to take my stomach medicene on Teusday night, and it’s sandblasted most of my week. I’ve got a problem with acid reflux when I lie down at night; that’s when the silyva in your mouth goes nuts and acid in your stomch kinda comes up and you have a hard time getting to sleep.. and if you do, it means you wake up three hours later unable to breathe and forced to stand up and burp until it settles. A simple chewable Pepcid, non-perscrip, every night puts the problem to rest with ease… but I missed a night, woke up screwy, and got little rest. Called in the next day sick. I took the chewable each night after but last night I just couldn’t sleep since I guess the aftereffects hadn’t passed, and I had to go in late this morning. …well, I didn’t HAVE to, but I felt ugh and wanted to take it easy.
In less icky news, scope out this comment thread in Ardweden’s journal about hypertext fiction. I’ve got some pretty conservative views on this after experiencing some awful stuff out there, although I still believe the future of publishing is on the net and writing should take advantage of the medium… not to the FULLEST, but to the MOST OPTIMAL. There is a difference.
Gonna go see Shrek tomorrow — a midnight showing if I can manage it. It’s mean of me, but I hate little kids. They tend to point at me and laugh, or go ‘Mommy, look at that weird little man’ and so on. I know they don’t know any better (but jeez, parents, teach your kids to mind their biz and be POLITE, okay?) but still, I prefer to avoid huge crowds of kiddies if I can. Kiddie movies involve kiddies, so I’ll go after they’re all in bed. I did the same trick for Toy Story 2.