lizvogel

Via network:

Answer each category with a SONG TITLE. No repeats and don’t use the internet (it's tempting but try not to). Go with the first song that comes to mind, change my answers to your own (don't steal mine), and repost.

Something to wear: "(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes", Elvis Costello
Something to drink: "White Russian", Marillion
Place: "Roads To Moscow", Al Stewart
Food: "Morphine & Chocolate", 4 Non Blondes
Animal: "Puss'n Boots", Adam Ant
Color: "Perfect Blue Buildings", Counting Crows
Girl's Name: "Karla With A K", The Hooters
Boy's Name: "Ray", Millencolin
Profession: "Fretman Sam", Jimmy Thudpucker And The Walden West Rhythm Section
Day of the Week: "Always Saturday", Guadalcanal Diary
Vehicle: "Fast Car", Tracy Chapman

It was surprisingly easy to come up with wears, days, and vehicles, and surprisingly difficult to find a drink among my music collection. /*is surprised*/ It's not at all surprising that I had to restrain myself from filling the list with Elvis Costello songs. ;-)

Hark, the herald kitties sing
Food for us, it's time to bring
Fish on plates, and treats galore
That's good, human, give us more

Come on, human, time to rise
What's that mean, "quarter to five"?
With our tails erect we stop
in your path to speed you up

Hark, the herald kitties sing
Food for us, it's time to bring


You're welcome. ;-P

So, I'm NaNoing.

I don't remember being quite this fed up with it this soon, the last time. Day 1 went okay, a bit of slogging but overall productive, but by Day 2 I was thoroughly sick of the whole thing and wondering why I ever started.

Part of the problem has been that the things I've been doing to try to get myself into the right headspace have turned into chores instead of fun. Cramming in Avengers and Doctor Who (Roger Delgado Master, of course) instead of watching my newly-acquired Season 3 of Lucifer, for instance. Listening to Cabin Pressure was definitely on that list, which usually accompanies making cookies, but trying to fit a batch of my insanely time-consuming cookies in with everything else I had to do was, well, insane. It was a huge weight off when I finally decided that no, I didn't have to make cookies before November; but then "don't have to" turned into "not allowed to" and one more thing NaNo meant I couldn't do. And that was just making me resent the whole thing before I even started.

Hence making the cookies after all. For Halloween, which got done November 5th. Yeah. But they'll still taste good.

And Season 3 of Lucifer is coming along nicely, thank you.

So one of the lessons I get to learn this NaNo is how to tell when pushing through is called for, and when taking a break and just having fun is the right approach. This is a tough one, since for me NaNo is all about continuing writing when I feel like I'm done, and finding that second (or third, or fourth) wind.

That, and how to tackle such a large project when the universe seems determined to throw things at me. The car particularly seems to be its instrument: I lost part of a day early on to finally getting the leaky tire fixed; now I need to lose half of another to having a coolant leak seen to. And the usual epic list of stuff continues. Heck, I've been trying to get to this journal post for days.

Also, I voted today. It's discouraging that the "music to vote by" mix I made for... the first Bush II election? maybe the second?... is just as appropriate this time, as it has been every time since.

So, anyway, NaNo. Yesterday I got almost nothing done (should have just taken that nap), and today, while I did a thousand words or so (which is a lot for me), I'm falling behind par for the first time. And yet, I think going to bed may be the right thing to do. I'll probably regret it when I'm trying to make up the wordcount, but I'm not sure slogging for hours to drag the words out tonight would get me any farther ahead in the long run.

This morning I had a song fragment stuck in my head. After a few futile googlings, I finally narrowed down enough correct lyric to discover that it was "Saturday" by Built To Spill. Played it, was happy, moved on.

I'd left the tab with the lyrics up so I could mention it to the housemate, who I'd hummed it at. Just now, hours later, I was looking at that tab and deciding I ought to copy the lyrics to my off-line collection, since the song's pretty cool.

And WinAmp started playing it.

With a little help from the housemate:


Shotguns ring, are you listening?
In the mall, blood is glistening
A terrible sight, we're running in fright
Shopping in a zombie wonderland

In the shoe store, we will build a barricade
And hide behind it til they knock it down
We'll say "Run away!" and they'll say "Brains!
Brains brains brains brains brains."

Later on, we'll perspire
As we set them on fire
With the barbecue set we bought on discount
Shopping in a zombie wonderland.