January 15th, 2008

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THIS CHAIR HURTS MY BACK. I WISH IT WOULD JUST DROP DOWN ONE AND A HALF MORE INCHES AND IT WOULD BE PERFECT, BUT IT DOES NOT. I HAVE SHORT STUMPY LEGS AND SCOLIOSIS. OW OW OW OW OW.

The solution would be to go to yoga with more consistency, but AMERICAN IDOL STARTS TONIGHT. I don't know if I'm going to get to watch it or not, since for some reason my TV won't pick up Fox in my new apartment. ALKJFLKSAJFLSKDJFLSKDJAFLSKJFAS. The lowest number channel it picks up is 29, I figured out yesterday, and Fox is 4, I'm pretty sure. I need an antenna for it.

I've spent all day (after Glenn Beck ended, of course) listening to Playing For Keeps and the author, Mur Lafferty's podcast I Should Be Writing and getting all inspired to write and shit. I've just realized, after listening to a bunch of episodes, that even though I don't identify myself as a writer, I know a lot more about being a writer than I thought I did. Not the whole publishing crud, I'm not terribly interested in that, but in the whole "getting shit written" thing. I even know more about editing than I thought I did.

So I'm all inspired to write, now! What's funny is I actually DID write yesterday, I've decided to challenge myself to write with an idea. I know, I've said that before, but I'm trying again. One of these days, I'll actually do it, and I'll prove to myself that I CAN do it, and then it won't be quite as daunting anymore (here's hoping). I'm not going to blather about it for fear of talking myself out of it.

So instead, enjoy today's POLITICALLY CHARGED WORD OF THE DAY:

Jerusalem-pony: A donkey or ass, evidently allusive to our Savior's entrance into Jerusalem on an ass.

Which Came First? Chicken Or...
In a cartoon (shown above (except it's not because you can't see the calendar, SORRY!)) drawn by Thomas Nast and published in Harper's Weekly on this date in 1870, America's democratic Party was first officially represented as a donkey, at a time when Democrats were also symbolized by the rooster. The informal use of that animal as a mascot appears to date back as far as the administration of Andrew Jackson in the mid-1830s. J. H. Nowland's Early Reminiscences of Indianapolis (1870) suggested that another emblem was also used before the donkey was finally chosen: "It was during this canvass [in 1840] that Tom gave to the Democratic Party their emblem, which they have claimed ever since - the chicken cock, or rooster." Writing of the 1888 New York Democratic National Convention, in which soon-to-be-president Grover Cleveland was nominated, the Boston Journal reported, "Literally acres of roosters have nodded and bobbed about. Some men pinned roosters and brooms on their hats and shoulders until the streets resembled a masquerade."

AND ALSO: A POLL!

Poll #1121798 Pepper has an Adventure

Is a chapter a day too fast?

Yes, I'm finding myself falling behind and not catching up.
3(33.3%)
Nope, it's perfect!
3(33.3%)
I'm not reading it, so it doesn't matter to me!
3(33.3%)

What would be better?

Keep it like it is. Chapter a day excluding weekends.
4(44.4%)
A chapter every two days.
3(33.3%)
A chapter every three days.
0(0.0%)
A chapter a week.
0(0.0%)
I'm not reading it, so it doesn't matter to me!
2(22.2%)

Do you love kittens?

Yeah, who doesn't?
0(0.0%)
No, I'm not actually human!
0(0.0%)
Wait a second, why is this a ticky-box question?
0(0.0%)
KOALA BEARS!!!!
2(20.0%)
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Chapter 4: Mugget

The Dune proved not entirely difficult to get the hang of. Pepper suspected that Pinkie had an idea he was not actually familiar with the terrain. She was giving him hints and clues to the best way to proceed across The Dune.

"There," she would point, "You don't want to step in that valley." And so Pepper would walk around it.

"There," and she would gesture to her left, "We'll have to climb over that ridge." And Pepper would follow as instructed.

After a time, the repetitive environment of The Dune started to bore Pepper. He began watching his feet as they crossed over the grassy expanse. He pretended, for a bit, that the grass was actually shiny green water, and that he was floating across as if by magic. This entertained him satisfactorily for a few minutes, but then his attention began to wane. He stared up at the sky, which was clear and blue and very little clouds. What clouds there were, were small and wispy. Pepper imagined they were messages send out by Indian tribes. You could only decipher them if you were another Indian. Since Pepper was not, he could only speculate their meanings.

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OK GUYS LISTEN. MY PHONE IS DEAD. IT NEEDS A NEW CHARGER. MY OLD ONE BROKE.

I AM ALSO BROKE, LIKE MY PHONE. CANNOT AFFORD A NEW CHARGER AT THIS JUNCTURE. CONSIDERING I JUST BOUGHT ONE THREE MONTHS AGO AND IT'S ALREADY BROKEN. SO.

IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL ME? E-MAIL ME. I WON'T GET YOUR MESSAGE.