Jesus H. Parboiled Christ on a Triscuit, does it GET any geekier?

Okay, need to find a way to get to the Minneapolis/St. Paul area for this:

Scrooge has no honor, nor any courage. Can three ghosts help him to become the true warrior he ought to be in time to save Tiny Tim from a horrible fate? Performed in the Original Klingon with English Supertitles, and narrative analysis from The Vulcan Institute of Cultural Anthropology.

The Dickens classic tale of ghosts and redemption adapted to reflect the Warrior Code of Honor and then translated into tlhIngan Hol (That's the Klingon Language).

A co-production of Commedia Beauregard and the IKV RakeHell of the Klingon Assault Group.

(Thanks to malefica_v for the heads-up.)

And so it ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper

That squishing sound you hear is me sticking a fork in my NaNoWriMo project. Word count as of right now: 33,755. I may do a little more on it later today, but it's pretty obvious that I won't be making the final goal this year. *sigh* I was well ahead of the game for quite a while, then a day behind, then a day and a half behind, and then I went out of town over Thanksgiving, and that was effectively the end of that.

I'm trying to look at the good of it all. I did manage to cross the 2/3 mark, 115 double-spaced pages, which is almost 3 times better than my to-date best and loads more than I've ever written of anything. The story wouldn't have been done at 50,000 words, anyway. And I'm still psyched about the book in general, still know some of what's going to come, still have some scenes mapped out in my head that just need a road built to their front doors, so to speak. But I have to say that I'm more than a little disappointed and sad about the whole thing. I had the highest of hopes, and every expectation that I'd make it, and now I feel like I've let a bunch of people down, starting with myself.

But as I said, I'm not putting the book away. If I could ask a favor from y'all, if you happen to think of it, ask me how The Noise of Endless Wars is coming along when you talk to me. Keep kicking me in the heinie about this. Do not let me slack off like I did the last time around. I don't want this to end up in the Unfinished Projects graveyard.

*sigh*

But I live, like, in a really good part of Encino, so its okay

Now that's more like it!

I've griped at length in this journal about certain callers to the All-Request Retro Lunch who insist on displaying no imagination in their song suggestions. They were nowhere in evidence today: after plowing through Concrete Blonde, Camper van Beethoven, Boys Don't Cry and Pavement, they ended with "Valley Girl" by Frank Zappa. Oh, hell, yes.

I can now begin my day with head held high.