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NaBloPoMo 2016 - Day 30
Nov. 30th, 2016 08:25 pmWarm and overcast. Now it's raining like a mofo with thunder and lightning to boot. The dogs do not approve.
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Look at this mad thing:
It is wrong on every possible level, and yet, it looks so darned festive!
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When my husband and I go somewhere, or just go for a drive, we scout around for likely locations in which to take refuge when the zombie apocalypse comes, as you do. My first choice has long been an abandoned graffiti covered water park up the road (my husband was not in favour, calling the site both indefensible and impractical, but hey, water park, right?) I drove past today. They've leveled the site in preparation for condos. CONDOS! This is why we can't have nice things.
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Prompt:
Nov. 30: Have you chosen a word of the year for yourself for 2017? What is it? If not, what words would you consider?
Is this a thing? Do people do this? I suppose if 2016 had to have a word it would be "sucktacular" because between the deaths, illnesses, brexit, ongoing refugee mess, and that fucking election, thing have sucked. So my word for 2017 would be "better," as in "things can only get..." But I think we all know there's a whole lot worse for things to be.
The race is evidently to the bottom... ~~~~~
One word Prompt: Faded Which reminds me of the book I started reading today, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which I have only been meaning to read since it came out in 2010, but never did. The author mentioned in her preface that the only picture of Ms Lacks she had when she started researching the book was a faded one with one corner missing and how much that photo made her want to know the woman's story.
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Tomorrow is December first. How time flies when you're having fun.
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Look at this mad thing:
It is wrong on every possible level, and yet, it looks so darned festive!
~~~~~~
When my husband and I go somewhere, or just go for a drive, we scout around for likely locations in which to take refuge when the zombie apocalypse comes, as you do. My first choice has long been an abandoned graffiti covered water park up the road (my husband was not in favour, calling the site both indefensible and impractical, but hey, water park, right?) I drove past today. They've leveled the site in preparation for condos. CONDOS! This is why we can't have nice things.
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Prompt:
Nov. 30: Have you chosen a word of the year for yourself for 2017? What is it? If not, what words would you consider?
Is this a thing? Do people do this? I suppose if 2016 had to have a word it would be "sucktacular" because between the deaths, illnesses, brexit, ongoing refugee mess, and that fucking election, thing have sucked. So my word for 2017 would be "better," as in "things can only get..." But I think we all know there's a whole lot worse for things to be.
The race is evidently to the bottom... One word Prompt: Faded Which reminds me of the book I started reading today, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which I have only been meaning to read since it came out in 2010, but never did. The author mentioned in her preface that the only picture of Ms Lacks she had when she started researching the book was a faded one with one corner missing and how much that photo made her want to know the woman's story.
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Tomorrow is December first. How time flies when you're having fun.
