NaNoWriMo 2010

If I haven't written here in awhile, it is likely because I was busy winning NaNoWriMo (which was made official at roughly 2:30 AM with twenty-one and a half hours to spare)! :D

My final word count was 50,055. If you didn't participate this year, you should do so next November! It is a blast and a half. More or less. Or even better, start sooner with Script Frenzy this April. 100 pages in 30 days.

Are you ready to be AWESOME?

male pregnancy

Sometimes I like to ask my friends if they have gotten their boyfriends pregnant as if it were actually possible.

I'd ask the world to dance

It says something about my Friday nights that sometimes I just wait for my roommates to leave so that I can have a dance party by myself.

Cue the Billy Idol.

As a side note, I make odd associations between songs that have very little to do with one another. For example, from Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself" I go automatically to "Dancing In The Dark," which is, of course, Bruce Springsteen, and then to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire." Then of course there's the whole problem where for years I got Eric Clapton and Bruce Springsteen confused (but just their names, not because I thought they sounded alike). Same thing happens with James Taylor and Billy Joel, actually. I have no explanation.

magical thinking

I have never been religious. I have never been able to outright say that I believe in God. I don't consider myself to be a person of faith, but I've found that I do hold certain beliefs that are just as illogical as religious faith. I think the main one is that I am not original; there are other people in this world who are very much like me. Because of this, I find it easy to imagine that if I make a decision to do something, someone somewhere in the world will make that same decision.

I use this rationale all the time, particularly when I'm doing something I think is a good or right thing to do.I used it at the Stumptown Comics Festival, when I got to talking to a part-time comics artist and decided to buy her printed comic for a couple of dollars, even though normally I might not have spent money on it otherwise. I figured that if I was supporting someone doing the thing they loved, then there would be other people who would do the same thing. Maybe one day someone would be willing to come along and help support me.

I also used it when I went to the Rally to Restore Sanity in D.C. In a lot of ways, going to the rally was a crazy decision. It meant driving a total of almost twenty hours, eschewing all schoolwork responsibilities, and then being lost in a sea of literally hundreds of thousands of people. But do you know how I felt while I was standing there? My friends and I three people in the vast multitude? I felt that if we hadn't come, there would have been other people just like us who would have made the decision to come, but just didn't. I know that 250,000 people did not show up just because I did, but if I hadn't found a way to justify the trip, there would have been others like me who would have done the same thing, and less of us would have gone. The event wouldn't have been as spectacular, because the coolest thing about that rally was that each of us who went finally knew that we were not alone in our voices and opinions, in our dissatisfactions and disappointments, and in our hopes that things would be okay.

It doesn't really make any sense, but I find it comforting all the same. Do you believe in anything irrational?