Tonight is the kickoff of NaNoWriMo, we'll be attending a kick off, halloween extravaganza this evening after I get out of class, and it should be a blast. If everything goes well, I'll be dressed as a McCain/Palin supporter, I find them terrifying. Once that gets out at 2 a.m., Dani and I have plans to be twenty-somethings again and find something rambunctious to do in Boise.

In other writing news, they bumped up the Fiction 101 deadline for submission by two weeks, so that only leaves us a couple more weeks to finish up our short short short stories. Look for Dani's story near the top of the page, her tale about Moses in Sin City is totally awesome.

This weekend we have nothing planned. That's exactly how we like it, I'd love to finally get some video editing done so I can show you guys all the excitement happening around the Faeb household.

In other news: We got moved. We have a few pictures and stories of stress and transmission failure. It's coming soon.

We're three days away from moving and the stress has hit level 11.

On Saturday morning, the Staeb family will be here to help us haul everything out (thanks!). On top of that, we have the following going on:
* Luke has a moderate length English paper on body image perceptions among undergraduate males due this week.
* Luke has a moderate length Anthropology paper on kinship rituals among the Omaha due this weekend.
* Packing! Oh, so much packing.
* Football game watching party on Friday night (Go Broncos!)
* Both Dani and Luke have 101 word stories to get finished. We're sweeping it this year. Count on it. Or don't. That's a lot of pressure.

Also, that last blog post is a link. We've had some trouble with our readers on that one, click on it. It's a cool word phenomena that is sure to tangle your brain in knots.

Buffalo.

Today, on our daily walk to the mailboxes, I wished I'd wore a scarf and gloves. It was sooo cold! So when we got back I put a hat on Sissie and put my winter coat on. They looked so cute in the crisp October air, I had to take pictures. But you can see by the look on their faces, I as the inspired photographer, was an unwanted interruption.

Tonight, I took a break from the kidums and the kitchen clean up (Luke's the after-dinner-hero) and was perusing the web for interesting articles. When low and behold I came upon an article written about a man who read the Oxford English Dictionary, in a year, for fun. WALLLA! I said to myself, there are more like me. When I was 16 I attempted to devour the dictionary alphabetically and got to the letter D. I still hope that I have the time to finish it before I die. In the mean time, one of the words displayed in the article was psithurism. I'll give a million dollars to whoever can guess the correct definition of this word. No Cheating.

I'm going to put this on a T-shirt.

COURIC: Why isn’t it better, Governor Palin, to spend $700 billion helping middle-class families struggling with health care, housing, gas and groceries? Allow them to spend more and put more money into the economy? Instead of helping these big financial institutions that played a role in creating this mess?

PALIN: That’s why I say, I like every American I’m speaking with were ill about this position that we have been put in where it is the tax payers looking to bailout. But ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up the economy– helping the — oh, it’s got to be about job creation too. Shoring up our economy and putting it back on the right track. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions and tax relief for Americans. And trade -- we’ve got to see trade as opportunity, not as a competitive scary thing. But 1 in 5 jobs being created in the trade sector today, we’ve got to look at that as more opportunity -- all those things under the umbrella of job creation.

This bailout is a part of that.

We're moving! No more Nampa! It's all going down on Oct. 25th.

We're headed to Boise. B-town. The C.O.T.

Our new home is the Reflections apartment complex. Full sized gymnasium! Work out facilities! Swimming pools! Free cable! And, the major selling point: free use of their tanning beds. Seriously.

Dani and I have decided to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year. I signed up a few years ago, but have never actually completed it. It should be a blast. For those that don't know about NaNoWriMo, I'd encourage you to check out http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano.

Essentially, the idea is to write a novel (50,000 words) in a month's time. That month is November. You don't get anything for "winning" but a cool printable certificate and the pride of calling yourself a novelist.

I'm going to try to figure out how to put some cool widgets in the sidebar with our progress. If there are any aspiring writers in our presence (cough*Melanie*cough), perhaps they would like to try as well?

This past weekend was the Disc Golf Idaho State Doubles Championship. We were pretty pumped. We probably shouldn't have been. Look, we didn't care about placing, okay? We just wanted to have a good time, throw some frisbees, and make fun of some hairy backed dudes. We managed to pull this off with a 50% success rate.


This is Dani preparing for Day 1. She's foaming at the mouth, hungry for competition.

On Day one, there were two formats. First: Best Disc. Both team members play the hole, but only records the best score. Sounds easy enough, and it was. Dani and I both played quite well, and ended up twelve over par. This isn't too bad considering the course was made longer and much more difficult by the tournament director.

Second format: Worst shot. This sucked. I mean sucked. I mean really really sucked. It works like this; both team members tee off, and the opposing team gets to pick which shot you are forced to throw from next. Repeat this process every throw, ad nauseum. So you're always throwing from your worst shot, get it? Well, we had some really bad shots, and it got frustrating really fast. Dani was killing infants, seriously. Okay, well she would have if there were infants. We shot a 119, par for the course was 63. Ouch. Oh yeah, and I lost three discs to reeds and water hazards.


Us on hole thirteen, after Luke had just come out of the river, searching for his lost driver.

Okay, time to recuperate. So we didn't shoot so well, so what? We still have another days worth of action, we're still in this thing. Truth be told, neither of us wanted to come back for more pummeling, but we convinced each other it was for the best.

So day two. First format: Best shot. Same concept as worst shot, only instead of our opponents picking the worst shot, we were able to choose our best shot to throw from. It went very well, we improved on our previous score and shot a 73.


The player's table after the first format. The land of lost and found discs. Mine never made it here.

Last time 'round: Alternating shots. Plays like it says, we take turns throwing from the tee to the hole. Again, we sucked it up. Which all in all, wasn't bad, but then grumpy moods found their way onto hole 16, and our afternoon was all downhill from there.

Overall, I'm not sure Dani would ever do another competition that includes the worst shot format. I'm with her. But you'll hear more from us, or at least from me. We're frolfing maniacs. Besides, each evening was capped off with yummy food and beverage (thanks Stans! Best hot dogs in the northwest) and some episodes of The Office. There are worse fates.