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Do Not Expect a Salad on the Side
Nov. 27th, 2003 08:15 pm1048 words day before yesterday, 961 yesterday, for a total of a little under forty-nine thousand words. This is good; signs indicate that my roommate is going to expect me to participate in the cooking, which may mean very few words today, though there will be self-flagellation if I don't break the 49k mark today.
Not much of this is very funny. I'm really not on my game. Some of the wordplay is mildly amusing, though:
I'm noticing that while Rook, who grew up on nutritionally perfect processed food that tastes like cardboard, thinks aboveground food smells incredible, none of it looks vaguely appetizing to him. I also have an enormous gun on the mantlepiece. I'm not sure I can even call it a gun. I have a small nuclear device on the mantlepiece.
The party had planned to tag along behind a caravan (Tough Guide to Fantasyland, p. 50) of traveling folk (p. 267), because these traveling folk (who I'm still calling '[travelling folk]' — I need to find a name for them, probably something in Portuguese) are not to be trifled with. As Sweeney describes them, 'they'll sell just about anything from the animal kingdom so long as it isn't one of their people in good standing'. They also have some of the most powerful telepaths on the planet, because that's the best way to keep the merchandise in line. Anyway, tagging along behind them is, if you know what you're doing, very safe, so of course it fell through because of the weather. As they were leaving town they stopped in the traveling folk's camp and everyone sat around on their horses trying not to look at the merchandise, while Sweeney went off to talk to someone in charge.
No one's figured out what it is yet, between everyone trying not to look at the merchandise and the relevant piece of merchandise's attempts to be small and invisible, but it looks to me like the traveling folk have an elf. In fact, I think it's one of Sweeney's two notable exes, the one he didn't accidentally knock up. I have no earthly idea what he did to get captured, but when the gun goes off, Sweeney is going to be furious.
Oh, and we've had our first stew (p. 243). Principle ingredient: rehydrated apples.
Not much of this is very funny. I'm really not on my game. Some of the wordplay is mildly amusing, though:
"There wasn't much guesswork involved," Arunir said, taking a bite of her sponge.
"I got you a straight razor. Try not to look at any naked girls and you should be fine."
Rook tried to reconcile Arunir with the word 'girl' and felt his headache coming back. Then he realized he was trying to reconcile Q're with the naked bit, and stopped, but not before blushing furiously.
Rook's competition for the affections of the bathroom glared at him from around neck-height as he hurried back to his room to dress. When he was presentable, he collected his things and wandered down to the dining room, which was several hundred thousand times the size he remembered it, and also somewhat more full of landscape.
I'm noticing that while Rook, who grew up on nutritionally perfect processed food that tastes like cardboard, thinks aboveground food smells incredible, none of it looks vaguely appetizing to him. I also have an enormous gun on the mantlepiece. I'm not sure I can even call it a gun. I have a small nuclear device on the mantlepiece.
The party had planned to tag along behind a caravan (Tough Guide to Fantasyland, p. 50) of traveling folk (p. 267), because these traveling folk (who I'm still calling '[travelling folk]' — I need to find a name for them, probably something in Portuguese) are not to be trifled with. As Sweeney describes them, 'they'll sell just about anything from the animal kingdom so long as it isn't one of their people in good standing'. They also have some of the most powerful telepaths on the planet, because that's the best way to keep the merchandise in line. Anyway, tagging along behind them is, if you know what you're doing, very safe, so of course it fell through because of the weather. As they were leaving town they stopped in the traveling folk's camp and everyone sat around on their horses trying not to look at the merchandise, while Sweeney went off to talk to someone in charge.
No one's figured out what it is yet, between everyone trying not to look at the merchandise and the relevant piece of merchandise's attempts to be small and invisible, but it looks to me like the traveling folk have an elf. In fact, I think it's one of Sweeney's two notable exes, the one he didn't accidentally knock up. I have no earthly idea what he did to get captured, but when the gun goes off, Sweeney is going to be furious.
Oh, and we've had our first stew (p. 243). Principle ingredient: rehydrated apples.
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