Another Day, Another Twenty-Four Hours   Yay for existentialism.   Feet Up   What a life, just sitting here with my feet propped up and taking it easy. I wish I knew what to write about. Oh, well, I'll think of something, I'm sure.   Adrienne has pretty much finished the page modifications but I'm really too lazy to go through the whole mess of migrating to the CSS format. I've been using this piece of shit PageMill software for almost ten years and I really hate to give it up. Yes, it sucks, but it's easier than writing the stupid HTML from scratch.   General Update   In case you were wondering, I have still not made the rank of general. So much for the General Update.   Relatively Recent News   Clint (my oldest kid) moved to Seattle with his wife and they are apparently doing ok. Jessica (second oldest) is trying to get back into college and is apparently doing ok. Dorian (third) and Aurora (fourth) are still kids and are still apparently doing ok.   And... Adrienne still hasn't killed me So I am apparently doing ok. I guess that's about it for the personal stuff.   Not much to report on without going into all kinds of stuff that you just don't want to hear about. My life is either full of uninteresting, mundane bullshit or it is crammed with extremely insane boringness. No matter how one looks at it, none of it is really worth writing about.   However...   NaNoWriMo is coming up and I am thinking of getting into the competition again. I've yet to "win" a competition, but last year was a relative success in that I got some real writing done for the first time in a long, long time.   It is tempting to cheat and get a head start on my writing but that pretty much defeats the purpose of the competition. The whole point of National Novel Writing Month is to simply write your ass for thirty days off for the sake of writing your ass off for thirty days.   Since it is ok to outline one's work before the competition starts, I am contemplating a number plotlines to pursue for my upcoming novel.   Plot 1: A guy named Frank T. Great is born poor and crippled but manages to pull himself up by his own bootstraps and become president of the whole fucking universe by defeating God Himself in the Ultra-UFC showdown.   Plot 2: The super-rich playboy/international spy, Frank McHotguy, discovers, and attempts to foil, a plot to destroy the earth. The ever evil Dr. Evilanovich tries to kill Frank McHotguy by sending five thousand beautiful, naked karate chicks after him. Frank saves the world only to die at the hands of the thousands of naked karate chicks.   Plot 3: I should write a "novel" that is nothing but poorly, poorly, poorly disguised porn posing as a science fiction novel about outer-space-power-mongerers. Extremely explicit pornographic references should appear every two sentences or so. This will be a real winner.   Plot 4: Mild-mannered Francois Emsleau is accidentally exposed to a simultaneous overdose of uranium and, of course, Viagra. Francois wakes up one day to find out that he is none other than SuperHotChickPorkerGuy. Yay! See Plot 3 for details.   I have no life. Well, on to other whining and psuedo-weirdness.   More Bitching About High School   My high school had a 30 year reunion this summer and I wound up caring so much about it that I could barely scratch my crotch.   Writing the previous entry was more fun than it should have been. I've been in a weird mood for weeks and have had trouble getting anything done.   I did manage to get an entertainment center built from scratch and, thanks mostly to Adrienne's innovative paint job, managed to not make it look like complete shit.   I've had WAAAYYYY too much caffeine...   What the hell, here are some really shitty comic strips that I've done over the last year or so...                 There, that's the page.   Yay.   Later...   Copyright 2009 by Frank Emsley