Exquisite Corpse

Woo hoo, my corpse came home today. Very beautiful. Watch this space, I'll post pictures. Just as soon as I finish typing my 1,667 words for the day.

Update: word count for the day finished so here are pictures.

I started with a photo of a large paper poppy in my yard:

I drew the image on fabric and worked on one square:


Then sent it out into the world. Thanks to Corryna, Deirdre, Mary Anne, Leslie and Gail for creating art out of a few nebulous lines on fabric. This wouldn't have happened without you. Isn't it amazing! I'm so happy with the result.

Time Flies By

So November is almost over. Baring a miracle, I won't be able to complete the TIF challenge for this month. The irony is the topic is typography and the reason I don't have time is I'm doing NaNo again this year. Only 50,000 words in a month, but it doesn't leave extra time to put any of those letters into fibre.

Of Birthdays

My friends kidnapped me for my birthday and took me to a fancy restaurant for appies and drinks. We had a wonderful time visiting, then went to Quantum of Solace, the new Bond movie. Okay, I still can't wrap my head around a blond Bond. It just doesn't work for me. I'd planned to go to tango, but this was much more fun. Aren't friends grand?

Milongero Embrace

I recently completed a survey on tango and relationships. I find it interesting that 88 1/2% of the respondents prefer close embrace to traditional music, almost 54% prefer close embrace to nuevo music and only 28% prefer open embrace to nuevo. So why does our tango community so often dance to nuevo music?

Confusing the Telemarketers

Ha, I found a perfect way to get rid of a telemarketer. And it only worked because the telemarketer was stupid enough to tell me where she was calling from. She wanted to talk to him about a listing in a directory of some kind, so I put her on hold and said I'd see if my boss was available.

"Paul, do you want to talk to this woman from directory name?"

"Does she want to advertise?

"No. I think she wants us to advertise with them."

"Nope."

Back to the woman, I continued the conversation.

"I'm sorry, Paul isn't available, can I take a message."

"I just need him to confirm your listing for directory name."

"I can do that for you." She hesitated, reading off the business name and address, but said she had to get the fax number from him.

"I can do that for you."

"No, I need to speak with Mr. — so I can confirm the listing."

"You want us to pay for it?"

"Yes."

"Then he isn't interested," I said. "If you want us to buy advertising, he isn't interested. If you want to buy an ad in our magazine, he'd be more than happy to speak with you."

"That is presumptuous. How do you know that if you didn't talk to him."

"I already asked, he isn't interested," I said.

"Okay, now I'm confused."

Oh goody. My work here is done.

Word Count

I'm on track for word count. Too bad it is such drivel. Ah well, that is what first drafts are for.

Elections

For the first time in my life I'm watching the US election results on TV. I'll be very interested to see the results.

Silly Season

What am I thinking. I am doing NaNoWriMo again this year. 50,000 words in a month? Yeah, no problem as long as I don't think about the work involved in re-writing. 800 plus words so far today, so I guess I'm on track.