Solonor's Inkwell

I had several problems reasons excuses for not finishing NaNoWriMo last year. These included not signing up until Nov 1 and using an old plot that’s vexed me since 1985. But the main reason was that I got wrapped up in the machinations of the blogospheranetiverse. November last year was when I was in the height of goofing around with my new imaginary friends (not to mention the arrival of the Fellowship DVD set, MOHAA Spearhead expansion, Harry Potter, both my kids’ birthdays, Pepperkat’s birthday dinner, Thanksgiving….)

So, this year I’m turning off the blog for a month, and I’m limiting my surfing of other sites to once a week. Please, please, please, do not do anything important or fun for a month. Thanks.

Just found out that we have a new addition to our spooky family!!

Venita’s sister just told us she’s a grandma again. Mersadies Allexus was born today, weighing in at 8lbs 3ozs.. and 20 inches long. “Blue eyes, light brown hair and really big feet. She has her Bumpy’s dimple in her chin. Sadie is the best Halloween treat we’ve ever had.”

Hosting a Halloween party for Pepperkat and friends tonight. So far, it’s been a blast. They’re watching Lost Boys right now. Meanwhile, the Sainted Spouse™ is making tacos, while my butt is in front of the computer. Life is good.

Later on tonight, we’re doing our MST3K schtick on a 1972 film starring Ray Milland, called Frogs. (“Today the pond! Tomorrow the world!”) Then, it’s on to Whiny’s pick: House of 1000 Corpses.

Maybe we’ll throw in a little Blair Witch or Young Frankenstein. And let’s not forget the silly string fight… Pictures to follow…

Hope you have as much silly fun, too!

As he alluded to in an earlier comment, my son is working on a new game where you play a rapidly mutating, irradiated squirrel in a foot race. I understand that in order to properly playtest the thing, he needs to irradiate a few of the fuzzy rodents. Unfortunately, he’s still got that teenage impatience thing going. He “doesn’t have time” to wait for his turn on the cyclotron. So, instead, he calls down the Flames of Heaven while he stands outside with a basket of drugged squirrels, never thinking about how many other nuclear monsters he’ll unleash.

Kids. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t perform evil experiments on ’em (openly).

Sorry about the mess, people. Just make sure you have some good backups for your PC and lots of Godzilla Chow handy.

Duck and cover!