Monthly Archives: November 2007
Here it is, it’s already November again. Time for National Novel Writers Month, and NaNoWriMo.org. What that is…well, it’s a sort of contest against yourself. The goal is to write 50,000 words by the end of the month. Which figures to about 1700 a day. Very do-able, if you’re so inclined.
Unfortunately, I kind of forgot about it so far, and since I’m a week behind, I have, oh, about 12000 words to make up. Tonight, I wrote about 2400. So about 1/5 of where I needed to be by this time. Oh well, I got a flight to Phoenix on Friday, about 3 hours. If I’m a good boy I might get a few thou’ more before we land. Hand written, but it’ll still be a good run.
If you want to check out my progress, check it here: My Story
Watch as golf balls are launched at very high velocity into unsuspecting everyday objects such as a jar of mayonnaise, a carton of milk, or a ceramic bunny. Okay, maybe not all of them are everyday objects. But this awesome ad for Nike golf balls actually makes me want to pick up a box, and I don’t even golf.
So…I’ve got a twitch. I’ve had it for quite a while. It’s kind of a nervous twitch in my fingers, sometimes in my arms, and occaisionally my eye itself will spasm…which is harmless, painless, but really annoying!
The spasming is usually associated with caffeine, so when it gets bad enough, I cut myself off. However, I sometimes get it out of the blue. Like right now.
Associated with the twitches, I get nervous or anxious, and a little paranoid, for no reason. I am aware of the ficticious nature of these feelings, and largely ignore them.
However, since the twitching started out of the blue just now, I figured I’d look on WebMD for a possible solution.
I found many. And they scare the crap out of me worse than anything Halloween had to offer.
Now I’m thinking I’ve got ALS, an extreme calcium shortage, or I’m about to lose a limb, I don’t know! It’s insane how freaked out you can get by visiting one little website!
I’ve had these twitches for long enough (10 years plus) that I’m not too worried they will get any worse than they already are. I’ve already got enough strange things with my balance and coordination from my childhood onward that such things don’t worry me too much. They have gotten slightly worse just recently, but so has the amount of caffeine I imbibe.
Should I worry? Maybe. But I’m a guy, and unless my fingers are black and about to fall off on their own, I probably won’t visit a doc. Perhaps self diagnosis isn’t the best idea either.
I wish I had a punchline…oh, here’s one.
And the frog said, “I’m from Brooklyn! We have them everywhere!”