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Fantasy Football
My JammyDodgers just won their sixth fantasy football game of the season (6-3). It was a most unprobable win and it was only by 2 points, but I'll take it all the same, especially since I didn't have to resort to cheating. I've been pretty good at not doing that yet (cheating, I mean), but there are five remaining games and I'll probably end up down that shameful but winful path. How do I know? I cheat at solitaire and I've done it all my life. I'm not going to stop now and I know it.
Inner Peace
I've had a few relapses, but overall, I'm a pretty pleasant person to be around. Finally!, you say. The Dalai Lama is like magic! The magic was wearing off a little today, but I don't really expect myself to be calm 100% of the time. I'd have to check my pulse or put a little mirror under my nose every few hours and I don't like carrying around little mirrors.
Nanowrimo
Yes, I'm doing it again. This is how excited I am about it. I'm not really complaining about this completely voluntary competition because that would be annoying. I do look at it like, "another November, another novel" and I wish I could be more excited about it. But there's nothing very exciting about writing and authors unless you're J.K. Rowling and get to re-upset zealoty bigots with the gay wizard Dumbledore. No, not gray wizard; that's Gandalf.
Zoe's Ark
I don't really understand how anyone, let alone a humanitarian group, can believe that they have the right to take children away from their parents (in Chad) and fly them to another country (France) to be adopted. They also convinced some French journalists and a Spanish flight crew into helping them, thus igniting an international crisis. French President Sarkozy came in and rescued some of the hoodwinked journalists and flight attendants from the jails (literally, I think he piloted the plane), but this is strange and it's French and it's not over.
Big release of the day award goes to Celine's new English album Taking Chances. Come back tomorrow if you care to read what I think about it. (See you then, mom!)
Strange release of the day award goes to Anne Murray. On her new album Duets: Friends and Legends, you can hear in one sitting:
- Isabelle Boulay
- Celine Dion
- Indigo Girls
I'm more freaked out than you, if possible. It's not everyday I learn that Anne Murray is the glue that holds my universe together.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) today is only the Canadian release date. It'll be released in the U.S. in mid-January. Consider this your preemptive warning. Yes, I know that's redundant, you can never have enough caution in this type of situation.
Holy crap, this is good.
Sorry for being so surprised, especially for being a public, out of the closet Celine fan, but I don't always live in some dream world where everyone loves this wacky Quebecoise. I know in reality, Celine has made some truly eye-rolling bad music. But this album, it's not one of those times.
It's probable that I've already lost all credibility by just buying the cd, but for those of you with an endless pool of hope for me (thanks!) I'm telling you, give this cd a listen.
Celine's not trying to make your dog suffer with any ear piercing notes. Honest, this a pet safe album. She's very, very restrained with almost all 16 songs. She goes gospel, folk, hip hop (no lie!) and other genres, all tied with some catchy pop.
She covers Heart. It's Heart, people! Come on, that has to count for something. Some other immediate winners are New Dawn, A Song For You, and That's Just The Woman In Me. This last song has parts where you would not even believe that it was a Celine Dion song. Or even Celine Dion singing.
How's that for a positive review? And that's the best way I can push this album. Buy it in spite of the Celine-ness.
(I love you, Celine! I bought it because of you!)
Thank you for helping me kickstart my five year plan. Without you, I wouldn't be able to save for our next house... no, wait, I don't need you for that. I just need Cylinda to STOP LEECHING. The cats could help too, but that's nearly a lost cause. I still have ideas, though...
Well, TM (we're on a friendly basis), you're there to help me achieve inner peace, aren't you? No, wait, the Dalai Lama beat you to it. You help test my inner peace, though. Kudos for that!
TM, are you helping me learn how to speak French without sounding like an idiot? No, actually, there's no one who can help me with that, although my Frenchy teacher is trying very hard. I'll give her kudos, too. Oooo, I miss Kudos bars. They were good.
OHH, I know! You help me plan my evenings many years from now. You help me travel through time and let me see that I have nothing better to do on one night in January 2009 other than go see Celine Dion in concert. That surely helped me buy the tickets today one second after they went on sale. You're awesome and without you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself 14 months from now.
I'm starting to panic, though. I have absolutely no plans for 2010.
...didn't happen. But the Falcons put up a good fight for two and a half quarters. For that, I was thankful on the Thanksgiving holiday. Also, big props to my little brother who got us tickets through his drug and/or pimp connections. Not sure what he's doing these days, but when the end results are football tickets, I'm not asking.
I'd like to think that I'm a winner in most things I do, but once a year, I get to hear it from someone else. Thank you, Nanowrimo!
For those not in the know, the goal of National Novel Writing Month is to write 50,000 words in 30 days. If you do it, you're a winner. If you're don't, you're a loser!
For this year's story, I completely rewrote my Great American Novel that I had initially written for the 2004 Nano. I changed much of the plot, the viewpoint from 3rd to 1st and increased the dialogue parts from blah blah to blah blah blah blah.
As a bookend (har har) to the month, I watched Stranger Than Fiction last night and it frightened the bejeezus outta me. If one of my characters that I had created ever came to my door and asked me to not to do what I did to her, I would, in this order: 1. Hide under the bed; 2. Invite her in for tea so that I could talk to her (I love my hero Mal); 3. Check myself into a mental ward.
In Georgia, that would be Central State in Milledgeville. This used to be the largest mental hospital in the U.S. All the crazies were sent there from all over the country. Native Atlantans tell me that a common parental threat when they behaved badly as children was, "If you don't shape up, we're sending you to Milledgeville."