Random Acts of Evilness
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izmeinaIt's hard to believe that it is possible to get to the 40,000 word marker in the nano marathon and then suddenly run out of steam. Usually by that stage it is time for the second wind to kick in and to spend endless inspired hours in the Zone. But not this time.
Had to resort to all sorts of devious means to keep the old tentacles typing. It was time to grab the old deck and start spinning yarns about the cards that never turned up amongst the 88 cards randomly drawn for the rest of the story. There was a good 24 to choose from. Soon there were little snippets about vampire dinner parties, sleep walking zombies and countless ship wrecks.
Some of them will manage to make their way into the main story while others just got the old grey cells into gear again.
But one proved particularly interesting. The King of Pentacles has a rather old man on a horse crossing a river on the way back to his castle. Had already decided that this house on a hill could be an orphanage where some very special children live. The likes of Tom Riddle come to mind. But then the serpent suddenly went all evil. Inspired by recent events, decided that burning the place down would work wonders for the word count. The main characters could be gainfully occupied playing the blame game just like what happens in real life. Add in Rita Skeeter with her quick quotes quill and her phone hacking skills, then clocking up the words should be no problem at all
So needless to say such random events will send ripples through the rest of the sad tale and finally end these few days of uninspired insipid zombieness.
Also the inner scrooge decided it would be an excellent idea to indulge in a cheapie Tuesday movie. Only got one third of the way through the book many moons ago due to other distractions and the library very meanly recalling it due to other reader requests
It sure was one spooky movie but we thinks the title really should have been "We need to talk about Damien" A certain cat is probably just going to love this.
A few Kevins running loose in the orphanage is just what the nanowrimo word count needs.
Kevin K makes Tom Riddle look like Santa Claus. How can anyone that good looking be so evil? ;)
He must have been a changeling because both his movie parents are pretty ugly.
You could tell it was a British movie because so many seriously creepy things were just implied and insinuated rather than displayed in all sorts of gory and graphic detail. Leaving lots to the imagination is much spookier in the end.
The sizzling summer has finally started. It is going to be 36 celsius tomorrow. Just hoping that it is only hot and not muggy too. Dry heat is alright. It is the troppo humidity that sends Izzie completely crazy.
So no snoozing in the garden, will most likely be squiggling upstairs instead in the afternoon.
Should have no problem crossing the 50,000 mark by Friday as tomorrow afternoon is the beginning of the serpent weekend.
Had to resort to all sorts of devious means to keep the old tentacles typing. It was time to grab the old deck and start spinning yarns about the cards that never turned up amongst the 88 cards randomly drawn for the rest of the story. There was a good 24 to choose from. Soon there were little snippets about vampire dinner parties, sleep walking zombies and countless ship wrecks.
Some of them will manage to make their way into the main story while others just got the old grey cells into gear again.
But one proved particularly interesting. The King of Pentacles has a rather old man on a horse crossing a river on the way back to his castle. Had already decided that this house on a hill could be an orphanage where some very special children live. The likes of Tom Riddle come to mind. But then the serpent suddenly went all evil. Inspired by recent events, decided that burning the place down would work wonders for the word count. The main characters could be gainfully occupied playing the blame game just like what happens in real life. Add in Rita Skeeter with her quick quotes quill and her phone hacking skills, then clocking up the words should be no problem at all
So needless to say such random events will send ripples through the rest of the sad tale and finally end these few days of uninspired insipid zombieness.
Also the inner scrooge decided it would be an excellent idea to indulge in a cheapie Tuesday movie. Only got one third of the way through the book many moons ago due to other distractions and the library very meanly recalling it due to other reader requests
It sure was one spooky movie but we thinks the title really should have been "We need to talk about Damien" A certain cat is probably just going to love this.
A few Kevins running loose in the orphanage is just what the nanowrimo word count needs.
Kevin K makes Tom Riddle look like Santa Claus. How can anyone that good looking be so evil? ;)
He must have been a changeling because both his movie parents are pretty ugly.
You could tell it was a British movie because so many seriously creepy things were just implied and insinuated rather than displayed in all sorts of gory and graphic detail. Leaving lots to the imagination is much spookier in the end.
The sizzling summer has finally started. It is going to be 36 celsius tomorrow. Just hoping that it is only hot and not muggy too. Dry heat is alright. It is the troppo humidity that sends Izzie completely crazy.
So no snoozing in the garden, will most likely be squiggling upstairs instead in the afternoon.
Should have no problem crossing the 50,000 mark by Friday as tomorrow afternoon is the beginning of the serpent weekend.
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Date: 2011-11-23 01:57 am (UTC)Not for the residents of the nursing home, unless they are suicidal. I wonder whether the guy that did it, did it so he could get his mug on TV and be lauded as a hero?
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Date: 2011-11-23 10:19 am (UTC)One fire could be a disaster at night when everything is locked up, most folks are sleeping and there are so few staff on duty. But to light two meant that he had every intention of causing murder and mayhem. As the registered nurse on duty that night, he would most likely have been the designated fire warden. Talk about leaving the fox in charge of the hen house
Now all the arse covering has started. That place is run by a different bunch of goblins but they sound much the same. They are all hiding behind the letter of the law.Relying on stuff like those stupid police clearances which will catch some dodgy characters but make a pretty pathetic protection for residents if you actually did give a damn.
The whole nursing home culture has gotten so toxic that all they care about is covering their arses and they will take on just about any brain dead moron these days.
We have had some complete nutters working here some of whom came to mind when that story broke on Friday. No matter how often the folks on the coal face complain about these crazies, the bosses just do not listen. They got the numbers and that is all that matters. But not anymore. At least for a month or two until it all blows over again.
The best way to keep the freaks, the dateless and desperate out of the place is to lift their game so that the social status of those who work in such places is once again higher than flipping burgers in Maccas.
But it will not happen unless they are dragged kicking and screaming
The box ticking BS has already started over here. Will be posting about it later. All these goblins give a shit about is their damned corporate image.