It's almost eight in the morning. I need to write. Gyah.

I think I'll take over the planet. I may need minions for this.

Anybody want to be a minion? The dental plan sucks and you're sort of expendable, but if you bring something special to the table, you get your own country full of cowering humans to torture and command.

Hmm. If I'm going to be a dictator, I'm going to need an infinitely uglier haircut.

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I need to save this link for this weekend, because I doubt my mother's seen it and she'll get a kick out of it.

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Jesus, everywhere I turn my head on LJ anymore, the September 11th "Pentagon missile" theory keeps popping up. Did I miss something? Did all of the conspiracy theorists get together and decide to get this all over the place this week? And if so, why the hell didn't I get my memo?

(That's not to say I believe it, even though it makes you wonder. It'd actually be really nice if any of the Pentagon missile theory stuff could tell me where the fucking missing plane went.)

EDIT: If anybody's wondering what the Pentagon missile theory involves, this is a pretty thorough explanation. Contains Flash.

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Current TroNoWriMo word count: 7,589 words. Days left: 27

And it's not even like that's in chapters. (Otherwise you can rest assured that a few of you would be getting frantic, "OMG beta this as fast as possible!" emails.) No, I end up writing in bits and pieces, so what I've got are scenes and scraps of dialogue from beginning to end.

So what I plan on doing is emailing myself what I have done tomorrow, then printing it out at work and cutting the scenes up to separate them and put them in order, then mapping out the plot a bit more precisely than it is right now when I'm on the bus. (Which is, er, a little haphazard and lightly sketched right now.) And then I'm going to number them and staple them together and write some more and then watch movies when I get bored. Feel sorry for whoever sits next to me on the bus Saturday morning. :)

EDIT: Post edited to fix a brain-fried grammar mistake. Continue on, minions.

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So. I guess I have to go to work now. I just have to summon the energy. And the desire. And the urge not to just call it off and stay home and write. (Especially considering this is the first time in a long time I've been this eager to write.)

Well, at least today's payday, so it's got that going for it. Hmph. I think I should pick up a new movie or a TV box set or something tomorrow for my trip. Anybody got any suggestions?

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Reading this upon coming home today gave me a happy. :)

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Is it too much to hope for that when Bush accepted the Republican presidential nomination, some ugly old hag dressed in rags stood up in the audience and yelled, "BOO! BOO! Rubbish, muck ... BOO!"

EDIT: My cell phone ringer is now "American Idiot". Yay!

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A 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' video game?!

*squeals*

*keels over*

*dies*