November 9th, 2001
|05:34 pm - SPANK!|
i finally got started on my novel. it's fun. damned if i know what i'm writing about tho, so far i've had sheep falling on a wedding, goats falling on the white house (united states of whorthrop, mind you), and some guy giving a long rambly description (it's sounding very david foster wallace. i'm not doing it intentionally but i've been reading a lot of him lately and it's such a particular way his characters talk a lot of the time) of how microbes fought it out with alien gods for earth back in teh day. funky stuff. i'm at 1500 words or thereabouts. writing at a good steady clip.
my favorite line so far: (describing the microbes) "They're small. Not even small, small is huge next to this. They're under small, like the stuff small cleans out of its toenails."
np: MC Hawking - F*ck the Creationists
i love sheep.
in the plutonic way. they are cute!!!!
and they don't smell bad. most farm animals smell pretty bad. sheep do not. and they are fluffy and soft and friendly.
haha, yay =)
but they're not so soft and friendly when they're falling out of the sky on a wedding, you see. these are like kamikaze death-squad sheep
that is the best thing i have ever heard!!!!!!!