egoboo request.

As said, I could really use the egoboo right about now. It’s an anonymous thread, so I won’t know who you are, but I could use just a little light this holiday.

Linky here.

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I’ll leave the commentary to the peanut gallery.

congratulations, you are now ded of ky00te.

Ebony has the right idea of what to do on this cold morning. Wish I could have crawled under the covers and went back to sleep myself.

Bookshelf Cat

Bookshelf cat laughs at your puny attempts to understand.

(Now it’s your turn. You caption the shot.)

yikes! lots of google wave invites!

I seem to have acquired 15 Google Wave invites. They are free to good homes; leave a comment with an email if you don’t mind your email in public on the Intartubes, or toss me an email (katster AT retstak DOT org) if you do.

First come, first serve, and when they’re gone, they’re gone.

the really long opening sentence.

Back around 2005, the first time I did a NaNoWriMo in the friendly confines of the Sacramento region, we had a slight contest. I think I won this one, for most convoluted and long opening sentence. So, to share with you (since I found the notebook it was in), here it is:

In the beginning — if anything could be said to have a beginning that wasn’t some other beginning’s end or end’s beginning or end’s end or beginning’s beginning — the universe seeked heroes to uphold truth and justice and its very own internal structure and it called these heroes out when needed or even wanted; the universe, it seems, is in dire need of heroes to be eaten alive, and this story is about a particular groups of bold and brave heroes (and heroines, for heroes can be girls or anthropomorphic squirrels or protoplasm or transforming robots or whatever, really; the key is to simply be willing to be chewed up alive by the universe, and these heroes had that in spades.)

While I would never write a story starting this way, I’m oddly proud of that.

huh.

I have absolutely nothing to say today. (I should probably stick to Twitter.)

scribbles on a wall.

It was a great holiday. I got to talk with relatives, and I also got about three pages longhand of a piece of the novel that means I can move forward somewhat. And it started with a simple twist the bot gave me in our nano channel last night:

What happens if your main character wakes up as the other gender?

So yeah, things have just gotten interesting.

Hope your thanksgiving was great!

who’ll be first against the wall when the revolution comes?

The Big Money, photo taken by David D. Muir // CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

I’m pretty angry over what went down at my bank today. You see, I got a WaMu account back about four years ago, and I was pretty happy with them. They weren’t perfect, but there was something friendly about them and they made a point of mostly staying out of the way between me and my money, which I really appreciated.

But of course, WaMu was stupid during the whole real estate bubble, and when things got ugly, it collapsed and was bought up by JP Morgan Chase. And over the past year I’ve been watching the transition, and every bit of it has just seemed like the bank’s gotten colder and unfriendlier. To begin with, today was the first time I’d walked into my branch since the transition. WaMu used to have this open floorplan — the tellers had podiums in the middle of the room, and the banking operations were scattered around the edges. When I first walked into the bank today, they’d placed the tellers in a more traditional counter and gave the banking operations what appeared to be cubicles. Granted, I was already predisposed to disliking them, but the sterile feel just really bugged me. But okay, I can deal with it.

So I bring my checks up to the counter. Now every other time I’ve done this, they said “Sure, no problem, we can cash those.” Today, I get informed that they can cash the Chase check, but the Wells Fargo one? Nope, it’s going to have to take a day to clear; if I’d had the amount of the check in the account, they’d be able to give me the money, but it’s just not possible. Of course, with today being the day before Thanksgiving, what they really mean is that I won’t have that money until Friday. When did this change? I asked. Last month, I was told. Nnnnnnn. You might try Wells Fargo, they said, but they might charge you a fee.

Okay, I said, just out of curiosity, what happens if I close the account with you and then bring in a Chase check to be cashed? “Oh, we charge a $6 fee for that privilege.” Double you tee effing eff? SIX BUCKS? To cash a check written on your bank?

There’s a reason there’s a nasty mood involving bankers in this country, and it’s right there in the nickle and dime fees they throw at you. If I bring in a check written on your bank, WHETHER I HAVE AN ACCOUNT THERE OR NOT, you should cash it cheerfully and promptly, without demanding money from me for the privilege. If you have a problem, it’s your account holder that wrote the check, generally I’d assume you know where to find them.

If I have a working relationship with your bank, and I bring in a check from another bank, again, one would think you should cash that cheerfully and promptly too, although I can understand that a bit better. (Although I don’t understand why WaMu didn’t care and Chase is nasty about the policy.) But still, in this day and age of electronic funds transfer, I don’t know why things can’t go faster. :P

But seriously, it’s the tickytack fees and the appearance of living high on the hog when the rest of the country suffers from something you caused — yeah, it’s no fragging wonder bankers aren’t exactly the most popular of people right about now. And God help them if the lid gets blown of the pot of simmering resentment.

But no, consider this a straight recommendation that, if you have a choice, AVOID CHASE. They’re just….nnnnnnrgh. (Actually, at this point, I’d be avoiding any of the monolithic chains — Chase, BofA, Wells Fargo, Citi — as it just seems there’s too much of a potential for them to be assholes in the name of greed.)

Anyway, that ends this rant.

[EDIT: So at lunch, I walked the other check over to the Wells Fargo across the street, and they not only happily cashed it for me despite my not having an account (and they only asked me twice if I wanted to open an account there), but they didn’t charge me anything. So yeah, maybe Wells Fargo isn’t quite as evil. I still hate Chase, though.]

a quiet day.

Huh, damn, it’s nearly midnight. I’d meant to write about the weekend (summed up in one word: AWESOME) but I’ve been at home all day with an ugly headache, so I’ll just take it easy today and will hopefully find some time tomorrow to inform you of everything that happened this weekend.

But right now, sleep is in order. Mmm, sleep.

a quick post for the road

on my way from san francisco and the night of writing dangerously. Testing my mobile blogging interface. It works well. And I made fifty thousand words tonight. Yay!

it’s awfully quiet in here.

So, how are you all doing? Anything exciting?

Anything you want to hear about?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

A quick bit of math

If I can manage to write 4000 words/day for the next three days, it’s entirely possible I’ll hit the 50k Sunday night. Since nobody’s entered the betting pool, I suppose that will have to do.

(Besides, I don’t think I’m going to write 4k a day for the next three days. I have a ton and a half of other crap to do and no time to do it in.)

Other than that, slow day, which I needed, considering it’s pedal to the metal all the way to Thanksgiving.

And that’s about it.

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

zero day and other potpourri

After I finish this, I’m going to go write about a paragraph or so into the novel file so that it isn’t a true zero day, but it’s as close to zero as I’m going to get. I’m about six days ahead of the game, and I figure if I put in a superhuman effort, I may be across the 50k boundary by the end of next weekend. It’s just a guess, though, and things could change. The betting pool is still open. ;)

That said, I’ve managed to raise the $200 I need to go to the Night of Writing Dangerously, and my thanks go out to everybody who contributed. As soon as my next paycheck drops, I’ll buy thank you cards that I can write in and begin the task of writing thank you cards to everybody who donated to the cause. I’ll probably make a blog post about it too.

Other than that, things go as expected. I have a post in mind for Thursday that I should probably start writing now, because I can’t type it up in ten minutes. Got another post sitting on the back burner half-typed. Got a few suggestions, too, and I might go with some of those. Could use more suggestions too. If you’ve got any, feel free to throw them at me.

And that will do it for tonight. Back tomorrow, hopefully.

Four quick thoughts.

It was a pretty good day, but I’m going to eschew blogging for the sake of increasing wordcount.

But today was good because:
* I crossed the 30,000 word mark
* Cal won, which is always good
* I had lots of good times with people who are pretty awesome.

Worrying:
* Stanford curbstomped USC today, to match their curbstomping of Oregon last week. Next up for Cal? Stanford. Yeah, not expecting an Axe for my birthday this year…

Count stands currently at 31,403 — hoping for another thousand before midnight.