500 words.

Six days passed before I realized I'd broken my October vow to write a post per day in anticipation of the daily writing of National Novel Writing Month. It's not too late to catch up though, since I make my own rules. Loner Dotty, a rebel and all that. I'll just date this for the first and hope no one notices.

Today I will write about the fact that I have nothing to write about. It was simpler when I kept the entries to a live journal. Live journal is more confessional, more whiny, more bad days than good. On a real blog with a real url it feels like what I write should be more important. But I guess it doesn't have to be. It's not like anyone reads, except for people searching for "What does a dead animal smell like" on google. that's ok.

Blogs make us vain. Make everyone think they are a writer. Just like myspace makes everyone think they are web designers. I miss geocities and their neighborhoods. Flashing gifs and scrolling text were acceptable. But that was 1999. And now the rest of the world thinks blinking photos and quiz results are totally cutting edge. It's false, right? I mean, I don't think I'm most like Ariel. I think out of the Disney Princesses I'd actually be Snow White. Though their problem is they waited for rescue instead of kicking butt. Did any of them really kick butt? Not really. They waited. And the baton is passed.

I thought was I wrote above was already near 500 words, but it was only 241. That is lucky because it's a Reel Big Fish song. We used to take pictures of the number 241 if we saw it anywhere. Houses, license plates. Even the cell at Alcatraz. We don't really do that much anymore, but if the posse is together, specifically if Angie is there, we point out 241 sometimes.

I'm trying to practice word counts so that I actually finish NaNoWriMo again this year. That would be fun and satisfying, I think.

There is a guy I work with. Well used to work with. We're in different departments now. He mixes up his sayings or uses words in a semi-wrong context. He's awesome. I made a list of Lloydisms. Some are just weird things he's said, other things are his slightly mixed up phrases. Maybe you can guess what he's trying to say. He's usually not that far off.

- Dealing with less than a full hand.
- You really hit the hammer with the nail.
- The company is going through a rehaul.
- He listens to that poga music.
- I'm part death.
- Pour syrup on you and let the cat lick it off.
- Do you partake in direct deposit?

It's almost at 500. Only 40 more words maybe? Less after this. One could use loooooong words like "lugubrious" instead of simply "sad", but it still counts for only one word. So using short words, or evn wrds w/o vwls & abbrv still count for one word and takes less work to type. Though it took me longer to think of how to take out the vowels than to look up lugubrious to figure out if it meant what I think it meant. Contractions are the enemy, I do not recommend using "don't" over "do not"! Oh look, a "&" or even $ is considered a word too! ! It's going to be a nice November.

master debaters - I dedicate this post to you.