It is late, and Black Friday at Walmart has sapped my desire to do anything other than sterilize the majority of the population. This is slightly late, but I suspect you will forgive me. If not, I suspect I will live.
Day 4 - Webcomics
Below I have included links to some of my favorite webcomics. Enjoy, and happy belated Thanksgiving.
Somwhere amongst the tryptophan overdoses and the ritual worship of extremely padded pigskin-slinging gladiators, it is customary to give thanks for ones blessings during this aptly named holiday of Thanksgiving*.
Because the real world is scary and the day star burns, the only real thing I'm thankful for is the Internet**. This week, you'll see why.
Day 1 - Jessica's Daily Affirmations
*You Canadians are free to go back to being selfish and self-absorbed.
**No, not really. It's called suspension of disbelief, you should try it some time.
I find myself sitting at the computer, lo this Saturday evening, downloading a CD by which I can restore my PC.
"Why is this?" you undoubtedly find yourself asking. "You're the king of all computers, the emperor of electronics, the sultan on silicon."
Thank you. Really, you're too kind. Unfortunately, even at my exalted station can one fall victim to the simplest of mistakes. Haste, it is said, makes waste. It also makes for accidentally deleting restore partitions before you've had a chance to create backup DVDs. If that rhymed it would be an equally popular saying.
So here's a Public Service Announcement (not from your favorite DJ Three Dog**, but from me, Nathan): make sure you have backups created before you do stupid things. Or before you do smart things. In fact, quit reading this, make a backup, and come back.
Good. Don't you feel better. I know I do.
Now my burn is completed and the real work begins. Off to the races, boys and girls.
*I'm not 100% sure what that word means.
**You're welcome, Fallout 3 nerds.
It is time once again for the bi-annual update of Coincidental Fishsticks. This update is sponsored by Boredom™. When there's nothing else to do, choose Boredom™!
Tonight's insane, rambling diatribe is inspired by National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. For those poor few uninformed, this is a month in which the nation, as a whole, sits down to write a novel. The best of these get self-published. The worst are burned while their authors fight to be the one survivor of the Thunderdome (Fun Fact: on the weekends, the Thunderdome is home to high school football tournaments).
It is also a time in which amateur authors are encouraged to put pen to paper or finger to keyboard to create a piece of fiction out of nothing. The act of conjuring up a world is the closest man can come to magic*. Fifty thousand words which existed before are being reorganized in a way never before seen to create something completely new. Nobody has ever seen this thing you've created before, because you just created it. "This is my story," you will say in unison with your writing brothers**, "There are many like it but this one is mine."
This is both liberating and debilitating. I find it completely numbing, and not in the fun way you get before dental work. The options are, if it is possible, too unlimited. I need boundaries, and this blows them away. I salute those who can look the open prairie in the metaphorical face and wait to see who blinks first***. I look forward to completely ignoring your novel the way I do most things. For now, my steam has run out and I never did figure out if I had a point or not, so I'm going to end here. Now, where's that sandwich?
*Unless you're Criss Angel.
**And sisters. Geez, we get it. Ladies can do anything fellas can do. Now be a doll and make me a sandwich, yeah?
***You will. Metaphors don't need to blink, because of their state of being not a physical object. Use a dog or small child instead.