Eddie (edminster) wrote,

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NaNoWriMo Day 2

Alright. I'm gay. I think I've come to terms with it, and hopefully my family has as well. But this post isn't about that. I just really needed to get that off my chest. Onwards to incoherent rambling!

So, I'm sleeping on the couch of some very good friends of mine, because for some reason the jobscape is not very welcoming. It worries me, because I have no backup plan. Hell, this whole thing wasn't even part of the plan. I'm here because my backup plans fell through, which can only mean one thing:

I suck at planning. Admittedly, this is the first actual endeavor that has involved more than a bag of fritos and the eating thereof, but that really shouldn't matter that much. What's that quote, again?

"The best laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft agley"

I remember the first time I read that. I thought it was an error on the part of the printers. Or, a really drunk proofreader. Either way, it boils down to the fact that my planning seems to unravel at the slightest hitch. Crap, I got up to do something and completely lost where I was going with that. Hang on a moment, let me reread what I wrote to try and pick the thread back up.

Yeah. I have no idea why I threw that quote down. Maybe to make myself sound more well-read than I actually am? Not sure. Well, crap. I've lost the thread more effectively than something really effective. That, and I'm probably not even a quarter of the way through my quota for today. Damn.

New paragraph! Those are always full of promise, right? Who am I kidding, it's simply another thing for me to fill with pointless maunderings. Man, I feel down right now. Not entirely certain why, either. This whole place is giving me a depressing vibe, at the moment. Wow, I filled that paragraph up pretty quick. Of course, when well over half of the paragraph is self-referential, that kind of happens. Anyway, on to bigger and better things, hopefully.

This is a place for me to really be honest, I think. Like, really, truly sincere about things. A place for me to tell how I'm feeling and not have to worry about repercussions. Somewhere where I can let all my issues out, and tell people what I'm really thinking. And hey, since I'm unemployed, I don't have to worry about getting fired over what I post, right?


Also, I really mean it when I say that nothing that I put down here is meant to offend in any way. I truly mean what I say, and I honestly have no malice or cruel intent when it comes to the content of this (or any) post. I post simply to put information out there. Use it how you will, just keep in mind that I want nothing more than for people to get along. More and more I've found that the best way to get that is unflinching honesty.

Wow, I got distracted and completely forgot what I was going to type. The buildup makes it seem like it was something really important. Damn my short-term memory! Seriously, goldfish are better at retaining information than I am. I suppose I shall simply have to pick a new subject to type about. Damn. Really, I am disappointed in myself about that.

I am really crashing. I've been up since around 0200, after having a day or two of diurnal activity. I'm just having the damnedest time staying awake during the day, and keeping in bed at night. I need to break out of this whole 'nocturnal' thing. It's not helping me get employed, and it's probably not healthy, either. Maybe I'm just not living in the right timezone, though.

I think my ideal timezone (if that is truly the issue) lies somewhere between Karachi and Jakarta. In order to fill space and inflate my word count, I'm going to go look up those two places. World Book powers, activate!

Apparently Jakarta is a province, as well as being the Capital of Indonesia. Intersting. It also has a population density of there is no way in hell that is right. Thirty-three thousand, two hundred forty people per square mile. Let me try and double-check this. Holy crap. Okay, according to Britannica, the density is only Fourteen thousand, four hundred sixty five. That's nowhere near as bad as the first source, but that's still a lot of people. Onwards to Karachi?

Wow. Not as bad as Jakarta, but still pretty big. Population density of Karachi is a little over half as dense as Jakarta, but then again it does take up about three times the space. It also is situated in Pakistan. Before Islamabad was built, Karachi was the Capital of Pakistan, too. From what I can gather, it is one of the main go-to places for basically anything you could want in Pakistan. Good to know. It sounds like a happening place.

Those are the two cities at the ends of my waking range, Let's find out about something in the middle. First on that list would be Dhaka, but all I needed to know resided in a single sentence. Apparently Dhaka is rife with persecution of religious minorities, as well as chock-full of corrupt officials. Not a place that I want to live, no thank you. So, that leaves us with Almaty, in the glorious land of Kazakhstan. Yes, that Kazakhstan, home of the infamous Borat Sagdiyev.

So, the population density of Almaty is about the same as that of Karachi, but the total population is only about a tenth as much. It appears that Almaty is ripe with apples, which is unsurprising given that 'almaty' means 'apple' in Kazakh. Interestingly enough, it is speculated that the area around Almaty is the ancestral home of the apple. I would like to try one of their apples, someday. It is also trying to be a 'Garden City', whatever that means. Man, the more I read about it, the more I want to visit there. Now I need to add Kazakh and Russian to the list of languages I need to learn.

Of course, all of that assumes that I ever make enough money to travel for pleasure. Which, at the rate I'm going will not happen for quite some time. Well, it was nice to think about, and it let me kill about four hundred words. Which is nice, since my whole goal is to pass 1667 words per day. That's about a quarter done, just from wandering through the Middle- to Far-east. That, and I think we all learned something about tolerance and the fact that Dhaka has no clue what it means.

I just spent the last five to eight minutes petting a cat. And then I rocked out on Guitar Hero: World Tour. That game is pretty sweet. I don't like the new controller for it, as it makes playing the game slightly harder. The new controller has these touch-sensitive pads that are used with a particular mechanic in the game. Really, the new twist they added doesn't add much to the game. At least, that is my opinion. I do like that they've expanded on the notes that you have to hold down, as it reminded me of DDR. That's something else I need to get back into. Man, I miss that game.

I think I'm approaching the magic number of words for today, but I'm not going to check until I finish off this paragraph. Oh! I have pomegranates. They're in season again! Yay! I'm fairly certain I've discussed my love of this delicious fruit before, so I'm just going to leave it at that. Although, I do believe I neglected to ask the question: Does anybody else out there enjoy Pomegranate? And a follow up question to all the people who say 'no' to the previous one: Are you insane?

Damn. Still about 300 words away. That's about two full paragraphs, unless I miss my mark. Well, one paragraph, assuming I pad this one out like I did earlier in this post. To be honest, I wouldn't put it past me. I'm tricksy like that, you know. Oh! Yeah, I was talking about cats earlier, I think. Yeah, I was. It's kind of sad that I had to go back and read to doublecheck that. But anyway, there are cats here. Whitney, Enigma, and Loo. Loo is asleep on the couch, looking like an angel right now. I saw Whitney saunter by a moment ago, but as to the location of Enigma... it's a mystery. She tends to disappear like that.

This should be the final paragraph! Thank you all for sticking with me this far, and I assure you that the month will only get more nonsensical as it drags on. Did you know that it is 'No-Shave November'? Bizarre. Seriously. Hey! Maybe tomorrow I'll look up unusual things to celebrate/have a month set aside for. Also, maybe I'll win the lottery. And I'll spontaneously quit being nocturnal with no detriment to my health or sanity. Also, cake. Don't ask why, just rest assured that everybody loves cake. Except for communists. Communists don't love anything.

Damn! Still a hundred and thirty-seven words short. Of course, that is rapidly diminishing as I type, so I can find some solace in that. Hrmm... I've already padded out about three paragraphs by typing about the fact that I am typing. I would say 'How meta!' if I didn't actually care about how people think of me. Damn, it looks like this paragraph is going to be consumed by self-reference, as well. I really don't think that these paragraphs should count towards my daily quota, but if they didn't, I'd be way behind. So, I suppose I'm secretly glad that this loophole exists.

All of that writing brings me to 1633 words, which means that this is definitely the final paragraph. Sorry I took so long to post it, I got to a late start. That, and the fact that I type slow as molasses when I'm not really feeling the whole 'typing' thing. Anyway, tomorrow is a brand new day, and another chance for me to waste a little more of your life with my meager writing skills.

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