I promise the next update will be an actual article. In the meantime, enjoy "A Masochist's Wet Dream, No. 1"! Starring your friend and mine, the Chatterer.

HELL YEAH! Final count: 50, 463 words.

And now, a quick summary of the very weird mess that is The Absolute Strangest Christmas Story Ever Told: The novel starts off with child vampire blood-drinker alone in his room, recording his incredulous thoughts about the existence of vampires and, finally, for similar reasons, Santa Claus. Meanwhile, a family of werewolves sits gathered around a television, watching a Christmas special about a monster known as Santa Corpse. Eventually, we join Santa Claus on his rounds and, per a strange letter that he received, written in wet diarrhea and scrawled on a wad of used toilet paper, we follow Saint Nicholas into the sewer as he seeks the author of this note. Along the way, Kris Kringle encounters a pair of giant wharf rats clad in black leather jackets. Of course, the novel is fraught with digressions and tangents and the like, many of which contain some interesting and insightful words, but most of which are evidence of the fact that Wes has gone completely and totally batshit insane.

Thank you and goodnight.

eating Thanksgiving leftovers in the middle of the night kicks ass.

<Wes> so I just dreamed htat I went to the supermarket
<Wes> and I woke up and was like, "Damn! I should've gotten that juice!"
<Wes> AS IF I WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO TAKE IT WITH ME
<Wes> it was called "moo" juice
<Wes> and was supposedly pony flavored
<Wes> what the hell does pony taste like, you ask?
<Wes> now I'll never know.

And on this Thanksgiving, Scary-Crayon has a new episode of Dusty Plastic HELL for you! Among other things, you can be thankful you're not me. I don't have that luxury. :/

And wow, Bloody Mary, you rule! Not as the virgin mother of Jesus who repays children who mock you by saying your name in the mirror three times (or five times, depending upon the established rules), but as a drink. By the way, why would the virgin mother of our supposed Lord and Savior become a child-murdering vengeful ghost in folklore? That's weird. Or is it Mary Magdalene who is the Bloody Mary, exacting vengeance upon humanity for necessitating the death and sacrifice of her beloved Jesus? It all makes no sense, but perhaps the concept could be examined further in a SC feature. I'd enjoy that, I think. (more...)

It's going to be hard work, but I think I'm going to finish it. At the moment, I've got just under 300 words remaining until I hit the 30K mark. Depending on what I get done tonight (I'm hoping to knock off at least another 1K words), that means I'd have to do around 3K words a day for the rest of the month to pull it off. That's certainly doable, and I've got Thursday and Saturday off... so I think I can do it. And I'll try. If I can break 40K on Thursday, I'll definitely be set. That's what I'm shooting for right now. (more...)

I don't think the NaNoWriMo project is going to work. It's November 22 and I just broke 26K words. Of course, if I keep making progress like I've made and hope to continue to make today -- this morning I woke up at 3:30 AM and thus far have done over 3K words (as I write this, it's nearly 10 AM) -- I could pull it off, but do I really want to do that? I dunno. I'll probably go strong through Thanksgiving and then, depending upon where I am on the novel, make a decision. But if I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath. On the plus side, if I drop it, you can count on getting an actual Scary-Crayon article before November's close. Rah. (more...)