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is starting to take over me brain cell. For someone who is now entering the absent-minded phase, I am remarkably cheerful about this fact. Heh.

In other news how many times will I re-riot Crapter One before I can move on from it? I'm hoping this evening's effort might get me there. 

Just as well Bronbat's back, although being so reasonable and level-noggined about life hasta be against cave regulations, doesn't it? 

Didn't laff at Simpson's quotes. Never do. 

Blanket fwaps upside the noggin and poopy puppies as required. Remembering everything would take too much effort (see previous statement about absent nogginedness).

Whinges not at all pleased that the dust storm and high temperatures have a) settled down a lot and b) dropped somewhat. 

I'm attempting to make the shirty dreck into better dreck as we squeak and this is resulting in the page count going backwards. Innit life spacial in the rioter's cave?

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Didn't snicker at all.

Cranks, Lurid, ever so much for the ear worm. I've only been vertical for about two hours and I'm onto the second ear worm for the day already. 

In other gnus it's eleventy hundred centipedes here today, too. I wanna get out and get some sun on me shoulders. I suppose hanging out and getting back in eight lots of laundry might count. So far I've put out three. 

Fwaps for Bronbat are still on double triple turbo charge with a twist, and I am no going to go distract myself with a brief lookit IM followed by rioting ten pages. Minimum. 

Whingesbackinthebootssoyoubetterwatchout

to 'Notable Stationery'. And I did. And I want the spiral notebook 'Virgin With Butterflies'. Heh.

Whinges, would that be Hare Mail?

But of course. Bwahahahahaha.

Eminem is pumping from the upstairs surround sound system. Aside from ongoing concerns for a certain bat who shall remain nameless but starts with Bronbubblebrainbat, whom I dreamed about last night (broke her outta the hospikal in a midnight bat raid) all is right with my Sundazed.

In other gnus I do not intend to riot more pages today, but I am quite prepared to gloat, once again, about the eight that I got written yesterday. Gloat. 

Whinges carefully considers the Bard's list of complaints. Contemplative silence ensues for a period between one second and fifty three seconds.

Okay, now that I've attended to that matter, where wuz I? Oh, yes. I wuz about to give account for my last few hours so you can all know. It's almost nine in the pee em and I have been buzzing about the house, folded up all the purty clean laundry and put it away, helped self to some chocorat but I really wanted an ice cream, and have written about a page on the gnu dreck. And whilst 'about a page' might sound puny, at the start of the story and spread out over doing stuff with rent-a-ling and other assorted things like dining out tonight, that equates to a half-decent effart on my beehalf, and not only that, I did this on a weakend. <------- See Whinges be proud and gloatful of herself. Now to go play on Yoo Toob where I may find such enlightening things as a rabbit opening an envelope with its chompers.

Sigh.

doog doG, a Lexative sighting. Don't hope you stay signed this time, cuz it would be a total pain to see you around more.

Whinges, I blame youse for giving me the earworm, O Tinitis.

You'se welcome.

Stil not impressed by so many Gator fambly being sick at once. I suggest this be cancelled in the Gator area forthwith and immediately.

I got relocated to the bottom of the Pitt while I wuzn't looking. Cranks verra little. Whinges climbs outta the bottom of the Pitt, shakes herself (yeah, sorry muchly 'bout the guano spraying everybatty) and reinstates herself in the Shellfish Corner, where her Offishall Complaints Defartment Desk is covered in batty complaints, some in triplicate, some not. Whinges proceeds to hignore all complaints as per the Bat Complaints Ossifer Charter, Paragraph 2, Sub-Section C). Home, glorious home.

For some reason after reading (and skimming, as is also a dootiful part of being a bat) some 105 odd posts this morning, I feel the need to burst into song:
Those were the daze my fiend we thought they'd never eend, those were the daze, my doG those were the daze.
But since this is my Year of the Shellfish and me and The Boots are enjoying it so much, I choose to ignore the nostalgia and live for the moment instead. 

Whinges

of even what day of the week it is lately. Just thought I'd throw that random whine in, 'cause I'm sure everybatty wanted to hear it.

Started rioting the DIP today. I have written about two pages. I will aim (NYA) to write several more dreckified pages before the end of the day. I don't expect any of it to be keep-worthy at this stage, but I have to make a start.

Not in the slightest bit concerned to hear that so many of the Gator fambly are sick at once. I just fret like this randomly, as I am also randomly fretting about Bronbat being de-bubbled.

Oh Tinitis, Oh Tinitis, How crappy wuz thy barfday. With barfday cake and candles lit, your cake you did to eat down sit. Oh Tinitis, Oh Tinitis, How crappy wuz thy barfday. (A glowing hexample of words placed in an order that makes no sense). 

I hereby cancel falling down in Guanna's area.

)))sPam and sTony(((

Not laffing at Dullcie's How The Bats Began. 

It's fish for dinner. I don't want to cook it. I don't really want to eat it either, but that opinion will change when it gets cooked for me. I'm quite good at liking to eat fish if somebatty else cooks it. 

For the remainder of the Whinge List for the day (YMW), I had to drive all the way to the cow paddock to pick up a package, it's too hot, and there's no chocorat in the house. 

Yours Faithfully,

Whinges, Complaints Offiser For the Cave. 

Oh, I do lurve Satire Day. My perfect Satire Day would be November 7th, because it's not too hot and not too cold...

What? The fact that I know lions from Miss Conviviality is a testament to how many times I have watched and enjoyed the moovie, therefore if I choose to mock it in the cave, this is a compliment, cleverly disguised as mockery, but still, a compliment and therefore perfectly acceptable to the world at large, and the bats.

)))sPam(

And )))Slosh((( just because.

Mrs Quill, I can tell already that you're going to hate the cave and won't feel like you can fit in, at all. Not at all pleased to see you here. If you hang around long enough < ------------ Whinges draws attention in case anybatty missed her brilliant play on words. Where was I? Yes, if you hang around long enough, we may even name you with a delightful cave name that you will cherish for all of your days (see other bat's delightful cave names, such as Rodent, Valkyrie, sPam, Catty, Lurid and Mope. Bwahahahaha. Had forgotten we almost named Mope 'Grope').

Fwapping for Bronbat. Fwappityfwapfwapfwap

Not proud of TM's game saving effarts, nope, not at all.

Mope, your NaNo word count causes me to think your imagination is running on the same magaination fuel as mine is at the moment. We need to upgrade to something that duz a better job.

)))Loonybloated((( Verra sorry you lost the job, and that ain't cave speak. 

In other gnus I yam contemplating eating home made apple pie for lunch, and I shall now go wrestle more story plotting onto the page. 

Whinges, Complaints Offiser for the Cave

a gnu story is enuff to make a bat wanna go to sleep. I'm certain this has nothing to do with the lollies I have consumed in the name of keeping my azz in the chair while I plot said story.

So, the heroine is almost sorted. Then I get to sort the hero. Then I get to create actual scenes in which all of the romance and emotional development will occur. And once I've done that, I can riot the danged thing. I wanna riot. I wanna be rioting three weeks ago. If I don't get to be actual rioting of words, rioting, verra soon, I may be inclined to have an implosion. 

WhingesthreateningimplosionsandMadameLashagrees

Nothing much to say, but I'm checking in to not say it anyway.

Yesterday was stinky hot. Today is cooler, for which I am grateful. My laundry training is entirely up to date, my cave is lauraed (NYL), and my papershurk is > < close to batsolutely done. I'm down to only about three 'leave the house to attend to this' things written into my diary for the rest of this week. I do believe my life is beginning to resemble something that contains no further excuses to not be powering ahead with the new story writing. Today I came up with three new scene ideas and a lot more depth with H/h emotional histories. Now to get cracking and plot this sucker. Rubs batty clawz together gleefully while Madame Lash looks on and decides she may not have to throttle me after all. 

Whinges - I r a rioter