06/30/00 -- I'm Not Mafia!

No, really! I'm not!  Not this round, at any rate.

So the pouty-lip thing doesn't work ... even though I do it whenever they're voting to kill me whether I'm mafia or a villager.  If I'm sober enough to remember this next time we play Mafia, I'll have to put it into practice.  No more trembling pouty lip when they're voting to kill me.  I'll have to make a good argument to keep myself alive, I guess.  And one that won't mean the mafioso kill me afterward if I am a villager.

So today was our last day with Tananrive Due in class.  It's been an interesting week and she's a very delightful woman.  She had some good things to say about the writing life and about plot and characters and concepts, too.

After a somewhat rough critique session, Jennifer, Mark, Linda and I went over to Chili's for lunch.  We had a waitress trainee, so we actually got our food.  And our drinks.  I had a margarita.  I needed one.

We stopped at Meijer's on the way back and got a card for Tananarive and I went on a signing tour of the building.  A handful of folks are gone for the weekend so, once again, we didn't get everyone's signature on the card, but ... oh, well.  Next week, I'll remember I've somehow wound up on card detail and I'll get a card on Thursday and get everyone to sign it Friday morning or something.

Came back to my room after I found as many folks as I could to sign the card... I tried to write.  I discovered (from talking to a football player who's living on the same floor I'm on) that there is a pretty spiffy weight room on campus, but only the football players get to use it.  *grrr*  Kinda sucks.  I just want a decent frigging set of free weights.  That's all.  Oh, and an elliptical.  *grrr*

I tried to write s'more.  Wound up hauling the printed out copy of Goblin Market down to the cafeteria where I had a huge Diet Coke and a brownie with frosting that had the consistency and texture of Play-Doh (though thankfully not the salt content).  Talked with Kelly for a little while, re-re-re-re-reread Goblin Market, scribbled s'more notes, talked with Joe for a while (about sim games and strategy games and shoot-em-up games!) then hauled my butt back upstairs.  I was pretty intent on finishing this story tonight.

It didn't happen.  I did, however, get almost 2000 words added to it before I mixed myself a giant oatmeal cookie and went over to Van Hoosen for Mafia.

The Mafia game this evening produced some interesting declarations.  Among them were: It's a turtle!  God loves turtles! and I won't drink anything I can see through.  So I'll admit to being the source of the last.  I won't implicate the turtle person, however. :)

Did I mention before that Mafia is a fantastic game?  Lots of fun.  Nalo Hopkinson (who, as Trey mentioned in his journal, was at Tananrive Due's reading and is a  friend of our delightful David, here for the weekend) is a fantastic Mafia player.  She's great at paying attention to body language and great at fudging when she's mafia. :)

After a handful of games (and the last one was fantastic! the villagers actually won!), a bunch of folks trickled off.  The rest of us stayed and chatted about a whole slew of things including house boys, weird/fucked-up/funky/cool laws in the US and the UK, Shakespeare, beer (and this led to the previous), Dionysus (or was that 'the INS'?  I can't remember. O:)), Japan (and Gavin recommended a book called Pink Samari as a result of part of that conversation), and many many more things that I can't seem to remember.

Now I'm in my room.  Tipsy.  Tired.  And writing my journal entry.  I think it's time for me to go to bed.  I'll upload this in the morning just to make sure I haven't said anything foolish. :)

 

Okay, so other folks are talking about their productivity here.  I decided I may as well, too. This list (and my productivity) is subject to change without notice. :)
Title	Word Count	Finished	Critiqued?
"Where the Blood Roses Grow" Week one, first story.  Wahoo.  And I was worried that something wouldn't come.	5000	6/13	6/15
"Uprooting the Tree" Will probably change the title at some point.	3400	6/16	6/19
"Mockingbird Girl" I think I'm happiest with this story, so far.	2800	6/19	6/26
"Poor as Paupers, Rich as Royalty" My challenge story from Sean's week.  I hated writing it.  It gave me a toothache.	2000	6/22
That fucking first person narrative (not yet complete) - May never be completed.  Don't I feel like an idiot...	(400)
"Switched to Overload"  (That other fucking first person narrative) Actually, I like this one better than the one above it ...  Even if it did wind up being two first person narratives in one story.  o.O	4900	6/27
The Tananrive Due challenge story.  Write a story in the style of an author whose work you admire.  Aieee!	(4329)