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This morning my buddy Deadly Ernest sent me a note to tell me he had joined NaNoWriMo. I was delighted. Ernest knocks out 50,000 words before breakfast some days. This is right up his alley. I met Ernest several years ago at Tech Republic. He was my knight in shining armor. I kept a blog there at that time and joined in some of the silliness that occurred on the threads, but there were a few guys who acted very strangely and even lied about me. That was my first taste of drama on a web site. Initially I spoke up and even reported the abuse to those who ran the site, but eventually I quit. Ernest stood by me through it all and is still a buddy. Ernest, though, writes erotica, which I imagine is very good, since his other writing is top shelf. I don't read erotica. Other than that...he's my shining knight. (After a few years of battle, most knights do acquire a few dents and a little rust.) The humor in this is the robot I am writing about is a large Barbie. She is not anatomically correct. She's am emobot...not a sexbot (although, they are in the book.)
Ernest is from Australia, as are several of my buddies on Live Journal. What is there about the English and the Aussies that draws me? They are totally endearing and I love to laugh! They keep me giggling. I've noticed they both live on an island, one small one and one huge one. (It's all in how you look at it.) I suppose the fact that they all speak English helps. I don't yet have any friends in Japan, and that's an island country. I think it's possible the Japanese would find me too simple minded and slap stick. I may be stuck spending my life admiring them from afar.
Ernest is decidedly imperfect...just like me. I think at times we have opposite imperfections. I must come across as an uptight librarian to him! (The thought causes me to snort in laughter!)
Opposites attract. I might smack him around occassionally with a feather duster, but he's my pal and I would fight anyone who went after him. I suppose in present times, what with feminism and all, I would be his knightress in layers of Teflon. (Nothing sticks to Teflon. It all slides right off.)
Well...back to the novel...I just stranded my main character in a pasture full of sheep five hundred years in her future. Unless I want to teach her to sheer and knit, I had better get her out of there.
Ernest is from Australia, as are several of my buddies on Live Journal. What is there about the English and the Aussies that draws me? They are totally endearing and I love to laugh! They keep me giggling. I've noticed they both live on an island, one small one and one huge one. (It's all in how you look at it.) I suppose the fact that they all speak English helps. I don't yet have any friends in Japan, and that's an island country. I think it's possible the Japanese would find me too simple minded and slap stick. I may be stuck spending my life admiring them from afar.
Ernest is decidedly imperfect...just like me. I think at times we have opposite imperfections. I must come across as an uptight librarian to him! (The thought causes me to snort in laughter!)
Opposites attract. I might smack him around occassionally with a feather duster, but he's my pal and I would fight anyone who went after him. I suppose in present times, what with feminism and all, I would be his knightress in layers of Teflon. (Nothing sticks to Teflon. It all slides right off.)
Well...back to the novel...I just stranded my main character in a pasture full of sheep five hundred years in her future. Unless I want to teach her to sheer and knit, I had better get her out of there.
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