May 4th, 2001

nanowrimo 2010

Still sleepless after all these years

Woke at 1:00. I've been typing for hours and now will go back to bed. I hope I'll sleep.

Most of tonight's writing was done be SC so I haven't been able to do more on Kodrus. I wasn't in the mood, really. NuniaBiz made some good remarks and a revision I think I will incorporate. Hate/Autopsy (not sure which I like better, but "hate" is only 4 letters …) showed an interest. I am pleased at that. He is precisely the demographic for which I write and I have respect for his opinion in that he is a poet with apparently prodigious output. I confess I don't much understand his poetry, but why is that any surprise?

My work on my "official" website as well as SC's Vast Online Lair is flagging. I've thought of a number of pages to add to the VOL but can't summon the enthusiasm to do it. Here's a partial list of things I'll eventually get to (or not):

  • Table of organization showing the structure of my organization
  • Table of organization showing the structure of SoulCorp
  • Table of organization showing the structure of my legions
  • The lackeys' page showing their activities and assignments
  • The Minions' page with a page for each new Minion and a picture
  • Aunt Janet's Home page
  • Hans von Büffel's Home Page
  • Wolf's Home Page
  • Calvin's recipe page
  • The LFDCMB Home page

I am not looking forward to work today. I can't face it. I'd like to just stay home, but it is getting expensive to do so. Guess I'll just grin and go to work.

I'm going to make an appointment with Doc Aruba for next week and with Doc J. My health is entirely too fragile these days and my sleeplessness is 'way over the top. Something of some sort needs doing.

Began re-reading "Vittorio the Vampire". Despite NuniaBiz deprecations, I enjoy Anne Rice. Vittorio doesn't' fit the usual mold and is a major switch from my recent reading. In reviewing my most recent books, I find that I have read no science fiction since November. Anyone who knows me would simply not believe the statement. I find it disquieting, myself. A major shift to fantasy is quite out of character. I think I'll go ponder it with my eyes closed.

  • Current Music
    Billy Joel - Greatest Hits
nanowrimo 2010

The Vanishing of NuniaBiz

Once in the long ago there was a strange woman living in the desert.

She was not strange at first, but one day, when nobody was looking, one of her toes vanished.

Rightly assuming that this would not happen while being observed, she opened up a roadside tourist attraction and displayed her feet for all to see.

While this was Heaven for truck drivers with foot fetishes and made for an interesting website, there were simply not enough people interested in watching her feet (especially when they couldn't see the toes vanish) and all her toes gradually disappeared.

One day sitting with her feet up on the display, her left foot vanished.

Interest was revitalized! People came from miles around to see the Circling NuniaBiz exhibit. However, walking about leaning to the left eventually wore thin and the crowds once more abandoned her.

Her remaining foot vanished.

She had special pair of stilts made and for years was able to impress the crowds with here incredible speed (over 45 miles an hour) and dexterity. Still, eventually the crowds abandoned her and her legs (both at the same time) vanished.

Walking about on her hands left her unfit as a tourist attraction so she got a job in a nearby truckstop as a garage mechanic -- she could scoot about under the cars and trucks with great ease -- and for a while she was happy again.

Came the day, however, when no cars broke down, her boss called in sick and she was left alone. Her arms vanished.

TorsoBiz was found by a perverse trucker who took her into the men's room, placed her in one of the stalls, and sold her for $15 a visit. This actually worked out quite well for a while, but even truckers have theirlimits. After a year or so the lines thinned out, fewer and fewer customers showed up and finally, you guessed it, her torso vanished. Her head plopped into the rather nasty toiled where she drowned.

It was sad.

I couldn't sleep.

  • Current Music
    Nipper's Greatest Hits of the '30s
nanowrimo 2010


did some work on my "official" web page. I put up my resume up as the initial page. I'll actually front this with something with a "Verbivore's Haunt" theme later. For now, I got what I got.
  • Current Music
    Green Day