my fingers make all sorts of cool new cracking noises, of late, i discovered. i can now crack the first knuckle just by compressing them towards my palm. and it makes a truly satisfying crack, too. i think it's because i've been doing a metric shitload of typing lately. oh, fuck, i'm doing it again!
of course, i'm going to be tapping away at work. anybody interested in a 35-page treatise on the inner workings of the expert mold-base extension? seriously, i have generated a ridiculous amount of text in the past four years. it boggles the mind. but more importantly, there's the ever-wonderful nanowrimo, slayer of my sanity, killer of my knuckles. my novel is up to nearly 50 pages, and more importantly, 30,000 words, and doesn't suck any more than it positively has to, i don't think. which is not to say that any kind of logical or meaningful ending is in sight, but hell, what's there is there, and the beautiful thing about nanowrimo is that that's all that matters. i'm just glad that i haven't had to resort to plot ninjas yet.
in other news, here's an amusing little article about my wonderful company, and our dashing ceo. things are as entertaining as ever, let's just say, and leave it at that. in light of what sometimes happens when employers read weblogs, it's probably best that i don't give them any reason to screw me out of the inevitable severance package. bah.
in other news, and furthering my inadvertant efforts of being cryptic, the time i haven't been writing, i've spent beta testing an upcoming game, and i am completely and utterly and hopelessly addicted to it, and i can't wait to play it multiplayer at a lan party. did i mention it was wicked awesome? i'll talk more about it when it comes out (here's hoping that gushing, vague, non-specific praise doesn't violate the spirit of the NDA).