Having stones for brains, and brains for balloons.
The effects of closing week hasn’t worn out yet. The brain is still a slab of rock that is cold and hollow and does nothing but stay stubbornly hard.
I don’t think I can string proper sentences. Somewhere along the lines would be a few oddities that become binaries. It’s aggravating, especially when 1000101001010100101000 about the 110101110111111 like global warming and polar bears losing ice to stand on.
Aw, 1001 it.
Ah, at any rate, it’s Nanowrimo now.
I’ll be trying once more to waste my time away writing 50,000 words for the month, an average of 1700 minimum daily.
I haven’t plotted, made plans, or actually know what I’ll be writing about. I think I’ll just down cups of Lipton tea and hope whatever they advertise will help give me the words and form that plot (and, for heaven’s sake, turn this rock-brain into a regular, mushy one).
As of now, the novel has no title.
And I think I shouldn’t have gotten Borderlands today. The first hour itself is addictive and engrossing, and I haven’t even ventured into online multiplayer.
And I haven’t taken into account that I’m working right now, and that there’s such a thing called Closing Week and that it will, without fail, turn my brain back to stone and milk my time into bottles to be gulped down by a monster with a void for mouth.
And the insanity of everything hasn’t hit me yet.
(And that, to paraphrase from forgotten source, is the fun of it).
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This is a Jeembie.
According to Teh Ais Limei (avid Zombtist and author of The Zombie Journal and The Popcapian Zombies of the East Pacific):
Jeembie is an evolved species of zombies whose diet consists of slimy, white rolls covered in brown liquid, also known as the Chee Cheong Fun among the Chinese community. This discovery have led Zomtists to believe that zombies do not necessarily need their staple food, known as Braaaaiiiinnnnsss, to survive, but merely chose to consume them as they are widely available in all parts of the world. On the other hand, a small group of Zomtists opined that Jeembie is not an evolved species, but an underdeveloped one, unable to differentiate between Braaaiiiinnnsss and Chee Cheong Fun, due to the similarities in texture, appearance and in some cases, substance.
On another note, the Zombies Nation International Association of Repulsive Bodies (ZNIARB) have declared Oct 27 a worldwide holiday to commemorate the birth of Jeembie.
Happy Halloween!
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I’ll be disappearing mostly for the whole of November. It will most likely be due to Nanowrimo, or a strange trip in the form of a ticket given by a man with a broad brimmed hat and brown suit that’ll be the last I’ve ever heard or seen (if the latter happens, just tell my parents that I’ve moved to a happy place).
If I can update, I will. So if you’re actually keeping posted on the wholesomely profound ramifications from a philosophical genius that is I, you know you’re being duped and that no refunds will be given.
I hold no responsibility.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Posted by Hafutota no JE at 12:47 am
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Whoa. You plugged me! May the lurch be with you! (sorry for seeing this so late. Being an avid Zombtist and author of The Zombie Journal and The Popcapian Zombies of the East Pacific sure have reduced my blog-hopping time >.<)
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