Friday, July 10, 2009

What I'm Reading, What I'm Writing, and a Twitter Snafu

Housekeeping: Emptying Brodi's tiny brain for your Friday amusement

Reading: EVERYTHING IS FINE by Ann Dee Ellis.
Halfway through and loving it.

WIP: Word Count 18,495
To keep myself motivated on my next book - heretofore known as "Work In Progress" or "WIP" - I'm going to occasionally post my word count. (You can see how I already thwarted my intentions to stay motivated by using the word "occasionally".)

Anyway, the word count I'm aiming for is somewhere between 60,000 and 80,000. So by my calculations, I only have 142,987 words to go.

If anyone else is working on a book, and you want to join me in the word count challenge, (which, again, is totally arbitrary and non-binding) please feel free to leave your own word count in the comments. Together, we can kick our own butts.

Follower status: Holding strong at 59. Would any of you lurkers out there care to make it an even 60? Anyone? I like nice round numbers, and I have to admit to a slight fear of the Primes.


Sometimes when I tweet, the page crashes and I get this little thank you note:

Something is technically wrong.
Thanks for noticing—we're going to fix it up and have things back to normal soon.

Followed by this picture:

Ummm... Is this like one of those psychological Rorshach tests?

My first thought on seeing the picture is, "Darn Tootin' somethin's wrong. Something's very very wrong."

First off, the evil ninja robot's distended limbs can't possibly bring good tidings or anything. Plus one of his lobster claw hands is missing, so we know he is seriously P-O'd.

Because he lost a hand, and most likely suffered through a Freudian childhood involving an oedipal complex with his mother, he has decided the only way to make things right is to kill an innocent little bird.

With the help and guidance of the clouds above, he contructs a bomb that looks deceptively like an egg.
You can only imagine what will happen after the incubation period.

So, yeah, I'd say something is "technically wrong." And morally wrong. And I'm pretty sure logistically wrong too.

When Twitter thanks me for noticing, and then shows me that picture, I can't help but wonder if I'm part of some weird global experiment to see if Twitter users are indeed smarter than a fifth grader.


  1. I am not yet a strong tweeter...I am improving my skills though in it.

    With that said though, I do believe that I am smarter than a 5th grader though. 6th grader? Debatable.

  2. Honey, you are totally on a Junior High level. No question.

  3. I followed you! Actually, I don't know what it means to follow someone, but I clicked the button that said follow. Yea! Breakfast cookies with ham for all.

  4. You are liking "Everything is Fine"? I have it (thanks to Bree :)) but I haven't started it yet. Since it doesn't have a return to library date on it I have been putting it down on the list.

  5. Word Count: 0 :) Perhaps my numbers will improve by 10 X tomorrow. 10 X 0=0 Yahoo, already there. Check.

    Good luck with your word count. I went to a signing/talk last night with Shannon Hale. She said she sets herself a words per week (I think hers was 5000 which is high but maintainable she said).

    I'm not a tweeter but that message is funny. I think it's subliminal for sure. Just what are they trying to get the world to do?

  6. Emily- Way to go! I can't wait for those delicious ham and pea breakfast cookies.

    Cam- I liked it, but it definitely is not your run-of-the-mill typical light teenage fluff.

    Deb- Can't wait to see what your word count is next week. I expect it to keep climbing!

  7. That error message with graphic is another reason for me to avoid Twitter. It shows how seriously disturbed the whole thing is.

    When I look at that picture, it reminds me of the Wily E. Coyote cartoons. But this should be called Robot vs Twitterbird.

  8. Una- Lol! I looked closer, and the little bomb has "ACME" printed on it.

  9. I am coming out of lurkdom because I was emailed the perfect solution to your potty training problem. (Sorry, I am technically challenged and don't know how to make it a link...)
    Unfortunately they do not have the U of U yet, but maybe if you made a special request they would make one thyat sings "I'm a Utah Man" for you. My favorite part is in the story section "Joe redesigned and decorated her potty chair with the university’s emblem and encouraged her to “Go Potty Like A Champion.” She knew she could Score "Touchdown” with her dad when she was cheered on the same way crowds cheered on her family’s favorite college team."

  10. Jenny- I've been waiting for you to leave lurkerville behind! Welcome! It better not be a one-time deal...

    The U totally needs to provide potty-training material. I'd be tempted to buy the BYU stuff, but it's not worth pretending to be a fan. Maybe I could turn it into a "GO PEE ON THE COUGARS" kind of reward. Hmmm...

  11. I am on my 6th page of my book Woooooooooh!

  12. Lily- Congratulations! It all starts somewhere, right?