Showing posts with label norma jean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label norma jean. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Dinner-Date with Death

A silly bit of short-fiction, inspired by seeing Halloween and Thanksgiving decorations together. Full disclosure: the more heinous typos were corrected digitally.

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Typed on Norma Jean:
Underwood Touchmaster c. 1960, aka "Norma Jean"

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thankful

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UPDATE: transcribed for the copy-and-paste challenged...

November 24, 2009

Thankful

I've been keeping a low profile for the past week or so, willing your word-counts past whatever hurdles you might be facing from over here along the sidelines. I'm not sure if my cheering/goading is helping matters at all, or just annoying you to no end: I hope for the former and always suspect the latter. Those U.S.-based members of the typosphere at least get a reprieve in the form of a long holiday weekend, which I hope you're not all spending hunched over the keys, at least not without a slice of pie close at hand. Take strength in the caloric overload of the season, and don't forget what this Thursday is really all about (and no, not for stocking the shelved in dreadful anticipation of Black Friday.) Contrarian that I am, I far prefer making a big fuss over Thanksgiving in the face of the pre-pre-pre Christmas hysteria. You know we'll be sitting tounf the table making handprint-and-construction-paper turkeys while we wait for the tolls to bake or the cranberries to boil. Even that big Parade is so overly commercial that the kids won't sit through it. Take a little time away from the word pile to grab a convenient loved one (child, parent, pet, Olympia) and tell them "thanks" for putting up with you and your eccentricities for another 365.

On Friday, it's all back to business.

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Twofer

Remington pair

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I've become much happier since deciding that I'm really a sucker for pity-case typewriters, especially ones that would be hopelessly bent and maimed by the hands of bored children in tow behind their mothers at the thrift store. I'm providing a service here, honest!

Friday, May 8, 2009

The Future of the Past

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Kind of random today, I should never post before the brain is fully awake. One of the most imperfect things about the Kindle is its name. I'm sure some marketing wonk was thinking "kindling a spark of excitement" or the future, or something, but books + flames = bonfires in my mind, and that never ends well. I think the Kindle is a first step, and if it succeeds, we'll see much better steps down the road. I've been a big naysayer of the small version, but this bigger one... nice.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Recipe for Nanowrimo Success in 2009

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Scenes from 2008's NaNoWriMo:

Young author at work November dreaming NaNoWriMo 2008: Day 14 The secret to a high word count

Typed on a most girly super-size recipe card that in no way makes me less of a man. Thanks to Little Flower Petals I've somehow decided that I need still more vintage metal boxes to hold my massive stash of 3x5 cards, and so of course pick out the one that's packed with paper products. It's a sickness, I tell ya.