The Rules of NaBloPoMo

(My rules, anyway, inspired by the Fight Club rules. I don't know what Mrs. Kennedy's rules are).

1st RULE: You do not talk about NaBloPoMo.

2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about NaBloPoMo. I'm serious. After Nov. 1st, quit writing about it and just do it.

3rd RULE: No whining. If you whine, I will delete you from my Bloglines and Blogroll and crush your bones in my teeth. This isn't brain surgery. It is a blog post a day for a month, fer goodnesssake.

4th RULE: It doesn't have to be brilliant. Write a stupid post already. Literally a stupid post. It wouldn't be the first time somebody ever wrote a crap blog post. If you need reassurance, just read my archives. Do not be afraid. There are no NaBloPoMo referees.

5th RULE: Only one post a day, that's all you need. See Rule #3.

6th RULE: No recycling old posts. No one likes a cheater.

7th RULE: If you miss a day, bow out gracefully. Or keep going and don't mention it.

8th RULE: This was your idea. So just do it already. It's spozed to be FUN! GO!

Princess Dog

Conversation

"Goldie ate a whole can of food today," Mom told me this afternoon.
"Great," I said, because Goldie is as picky as a fussy toddler when it comes to food.
"I discovered something," said Mom.
"What?"
"She likes to eat out of your hand," Mom said.
Nasty, gooey, stank-ass dog food, out of the palm of her hand.
"Moooooooom! I am SO not doing that," I said. "And I wish you wouldn't, either."
-Pause-
"I am NOT spoiling her," Mom said.
Dad and I looked at each other and snorted.
"I'm NOT!" she said, petulantly.
Look. Snort.
"She just has that long nose and she doesn't like to get it down in her food," said Mom.
"I'm not doing it, Mom," I said. "She's a DOG!"
Mom clamped her lips shut.

Yes, people. I have a dog that rivals any of Paris Hilton's purse dogs on the spoiled scale, but she weighs 65 lbs instead of 3. Next stop: sweater vests. Big ones.

What I Was For Halloween

Kevins Party Sue Bob.jpg
Originally uploaded by sayruok1

My brilliant idea for a party where there were going to be a lot of bloggers was to be a troll.

I basically tried to look as stupid as possible, including the bolt through my head and the "W for President 04" t-shirt.

Then I walked around saying "I hate your blog. It's so stupid. Why do you write that thing anyway? I read it every day, and it's always stupid."

Photo by LA Daddy. All rights reserved.

Red Sox Did What?

DO NOT WANT!

Recovery Period

Late last night, I wrote a lovely, thoughtful and link-filled post that Blogger ate.

It was about the fabulous Halloween party that Kevin Charnas and Will threw.

By "fabulous" I don't mean that we had a lot of fun standing around a driveway and drinking beers while eating cheetos.

I mean Walt Disney fabulous. I mean creepy haunted 3-D technicolor fun fabulous. Just as a frinstance - Will MADE a life-sized funeral carriage, complete with haunted casket and skeletal driver.

Other pieces of fabulousness include seeing Kelly of West Coast Grrlie Blather who already feels like an old friend, and my favorite creative couple, LeahPeah and Joe.

The only not-fabulous thing was that I was so eager to get to the party that I forgot my camera. When photos start appearing on flickr, I will link up.

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My first duty this morning was to fry up a batch of chapulines for our Day of the Dead celebration at church. Believe me, nothing caps an evening of costumed drinking and dancing better than frying up a mess of grasshoppers at sunrise.



People at church were pretty brave. We had some real fans of the little hoppers because they were from Mexico, where they had eaten them all the time. Like they say, it's all what you grow up with. I finally broke down and tried one, abandoning my tried and true "But I'm a vegetarian" objection.

How do they taste? Like chile-lime potato chips, but with tiny legs. Hee hee.

One woman complained because I had prepared them with chiles and she can't eat spicy food. That is a complaint I truly never anticipated hearing - my grasshoppers were not to someone's liking. Ah well. Can't please everyone.

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I FINALLY posted something new over at my food blog, Snackish. It is slightly more appealing than chapulines: Swiss chard and tomato casserole.