Insane Larocque Posse October 6, 2004
Every night, I sit in front of my computer and try and think of something witty and clever to post about. Usually, I have an idea - something I’ve thought about during the day or at least since the last time I posted. Like, last night I wanted to mention the Dare thread in the NaNoWriMo forums - where people dare other people to use the dares in their novel (i.e. “Start your novel with the sentence, “This day was just like all the other days– wet, cold, slimy, and covered with alligators.”)
However, I usually end up participating in the family chat that has become our nighttime ritual. Its origins are lost in the fog of time (in other words, I forget), but at roughly 9pm every evening, my mother, my sisters and I all log into MSN and join the conversation. Any stray family members (like my cousin or my b-i-l) who happen to wander through are also invited to join. They’re fun, although some nights I’m tired and creatively drained, so I just sit there and watch the conversation.
Last night I posted the link to here, and all were suitably impressed (Mom: “Cool!”), jealous (Denise: “I want one!”), and nitpicky (Rachelle: “Smitten was a girl!”). Hee!
Welcome back, guys!
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