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Apr. 17th, 2007 11:02 amLast night, I went to
fenmere and
coffeejunkie's home/future home to help them make wedding invitations. This consisted on a great assemby line: wipe paper with talc pad, stamp, sprinkle embossing powder, heat gun, score, fold, trim, glue, toss in pile.
Afterwards,
oolong and I discovered what happens when you subject a Peep to a heat gun. For some reason, I imagined something either spectacular of anti-climactic would happen. I don't know why I didn't think that it would be like... toasting marshmallows. Watching the little brown eyes melt was the best part. When we were done, I had a swollen and beautifully golden brown Peep. Mitch made "Peep brulee." His was pretty darn spectacular.
Continuing my writing experiments. 200 words a day. That's what I'm required to do for a while. Mainly, I'm pulling stuff out of my ass with the help of writing prompts. Last night I combined a writing prompt with a dream I'd just had. Some shell collector wander a beach near Barcelona finds a shell that came from her collection back home. I made it as far as her calling her roommate to see if her collection was intact when I hit both 200 words and "what the hell am I doing?" I'm making my head hurt, but I'm having fun doing it.
Afterwards,
Continuing my writing experiments. 200 words a day. That's what I'm required to do for a while. Mainly, I'm pulling stuff out of my ass with the help of writing prompts. Last night I combined a writing prompt with a dream I'd just had. Some shell collector wander a beach near Barcelona finds a shell that came from her collection back home. I made it as far as her calling her roommate to see if her collection was intact when I hit both 200 words and "what the hell am I doing?" I'm making my head hurt, but I'm having fun doing it.