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Nov. 23rd, 2007 12:01 pmNaNoWriMo: 35,717.
After spending several hours this morning writing, I'm nearly caught up to where I should have been yesterday. By the end of the day I'm supposed to be over 38,000 words. We'll see.
It's hard to write when my nieces are around. Right now there's only the eldest of the three nieces present, and she's playing on my mother's computer.
I tried to get on my computer last night. All of my nieces found me and force me to play talking cat and talking dog videos on Youtube. They made me go to build a bear where one of the games allows you to create a virtual bear, put clothes on him or her, select a voice (there are four choices) and type in something for him to say. Most of the entertainment came from making him say things. I fielded a lot of suggestions, until they started to get naughty.
"Make him say, 'I'm really fat,'" suggested Niece 2.
I typed words in. "Why did you make me so fat?" the bear asked. (There is a fat/thin slider, but the girls always wanted to make the bear as fat as possible.)
"Make it say, 'Niece 2 is a retard,'" suggested Neice 1.
"No, I'm not going to do that," I replied. They kept it up and I relented. I typed in words and hit play.
"Niece 1 says that Niece 2 is a retard," said the bear, "but Niece 1 is."
This got a big response from them. They wanted to hear it over and over. They wanted everyone else in the house to hear it.
"Make it say, 'I made a poopy,'" suggested Niece 2.
"No, I'm not going to do that," I said.
"Make it say, 'What's that brown thing floating in the toilet?'"
"No. You girls are getting gross. I'm not going to make it say bad things."
We went on for a while longer until things devolved into hitting random keys and seeing what it would say. I finally gave up and went to the living room -- obviously I wasn't going to be allowed to use my computer for my own purposes.
Two of my nieces (Niece 1 and Niece 3) got bored and came into the living room to torment me there. Niece 2 stayed in the bedroom, working furiously on the computer. She's too young to really know what to do, but she was determined to do whatever it was she was trying to do. She didn't know how to erase the previous bear phrase so she could enter a new one. Someone helped her. She didn't know how to type -- she couldn't find the right keys. She didn't really know how to spell words correctly. She didn't know to put spaces between words. Still, more than ten minutes later, she was still back there, working furiously away on her project. I decided that maybe I should help her, since it seemed so important to her.
I stood in the doorway. "Need any help?" I asked.
"How do you spell 'What's that brown thing floating in the toilet?'" she asked.
"You're on your own, kid," I said.
After spending several hours this morning writing, I'm nearly caught up to where I should have been yesterday. By the end of the day I'm supposed to be over 38,000 words. We'll see.
It's hard to write when my nieces are around. Right now there's only the eldest of the three nieces present, and she's playing on my mother's computer.
I tried to get on my computer last night. All of my nieces found me and force me to play talking cat and talking dog videos on Youtube. They made me go to build a bear where one of the games allows you to create a virtual bear, put clothes on him or her, select a voice (there are four choices) and type in something for him to say. Most of the entertainment came from making him say things. I fielded a lot of suggestions, until they started to get naughty.
"Make him say, 'I'm really fat,'" suggested Niece 2.
I typed words in. "Why did you make me so fat?" the bear asked. (There is a fat/thin slider, but the girls always wanted to make the bear as fat as possible.)
"Make it say, 'Niece 2 is a retard,'" suggested Neice 1.
"No, I'm not going to do that," I replied. They kept it up and I relented. I typed in words and hit play.
"Niece 1 says that Niece 2 is a retard," said the bear, "but Niece 1 is."
This got a big response from them. They wanted to hear it over and over. They wanted everyone else in the house to hear it.
"Make it say, 'I made a poopy,'" suggested Niece 2.
"No, I'm not going to do that," I said.
"Make it say, 'What's that brown thing floating in the toilet?'"
"No. You girls are getting gross. I'm not going to make it say bad things."
We went on for a while longer until things devolved into hitting random keys and seeing what it would say. I finally gave up and went to the living room -- obviously I wasn't going to be allowed to use my computer for my own purposes.
Two of my nieces (Niece 1 and Niece 3) got bored and came into the living room to torment me there. Niece 2 stayed in the bedroom, working furiously on the computer. She's too young to really know what to do, but she was determined to do whatever it was she was trying to do. She didn't know how to erase the previous bear phrase so she could enter a new one. Someone helped her. She didn't know how to type -- she couldn't find the right keys. She didn't really know how to spell words correctly. She didn't know to put spaces between words. Still, more than ten minutes later, she was still back there, working furiously away on her project. I decided that maybe I should help her, since it seemed so important to her.
I stood in the doorway. "Need any help?" I asked.
"How do you spell 'What's that brown thing floating in the toilet?'" she asked.
"You're on your own, kid," I said.
