Speak Stiltedly and Wear a Yellow Shirt

But not my geeking. ZDNet UK has an article up about the inner workings of Google. Thanks to Weblog Tools Collection for the link.

• In the LiveJournal: five fanfic recs.
• Via Todd Dominey: Firefox in the news and the monacca bag
• Via Adam Kalsey: the Grapple - not a Frankenfood after all, just a marinated Fuji apple
• Via mezzoblue: stock xchng, a free photo site

Alert system of the day: The Onion’s Iraqi Terror Alert System

From SpaceWeather.com: early Tuesday morning the Moon will eclipse Jupiter. The occultation will be visible from the eastern two-thirds of North America.

Kate Mulgrew’s one-woman show “Tea at Five” will be playing at the Shubert Theatre from Tuesday through December 19th. Tickets range from expensive to twice as expensive.

I ought to have more time to blog post-nano, but somehow it all still disappears. Here’s a funny joke, though: Diary of a Madman’s Goon from rec.humor.funny.

It’s strange to wake up without 2,000 words hanging over my head. I didn’t write a thing today, but maybe tomorrow I’ll start in on the short story that I’ve wanted to write for a few weeks now.

I don’t hate the characters as much as I thought I would after spending four weeks with them. On the other hand, I think I’d have trouble writing fluff after 50,000 words of Serious Plot. I could write something short, gen, and episode-like, like “Revisions.” I enjoyed the Twilight Zone plot of that episode.

There’s nothing like a little gratuitous introspection to fill out those last 1000 words.

I like Thanksgiving because it’s Christmas Lite—all the food with only half the kitsch—but Seema prefers the Christmas music. Her latest discovery: Osama Got Run Over By A Reindeer.

The Incredibles was lots of fun. I highly recommend it, especially for Edna Mode, Seamstress to the Supers. I still have 8% of NaNo to go, so I’ll just point you to this Objectivist review of the movie.

For some reason the heat in my building always breaks down on holidays. I got back to Boston post-turkey and it was ambient November in my apartment with no hot water, either. (It didn’t help that I’d left the windows cracked.) So I did what I usually do when the heat’s off on a cold winter night—I camped out in the kitchen and baked.

It turned out there were actual furnace guys in the basement fixing things, which was more than I’d hoped for. The hot water came on after a couple of hours, and the heat a bit after that. So NaNo continues without frozen fingers.