I've been told confessions are good for the soul....

So, I've been shown something neat that will require a fair bit of hard drive space. Only had 2.6 gigs free out of 40, so I decided to free up some space. This is where the confessional comes in. Apparently I am some sort of a perv.

I sat down and went about deleting every last bit of pornography on my computer. Every file, every folder, all the crap that's built up over time. Freed up 10 gigs of memory.

I had no idea there was that much crap on my system.

Now I can proudly go forth and collect far more noble items --- namely british comedies and old episodes of Remington Steele. Say what you will about those detectives, Henry Mancini could compose one hell of a theme song.

What the hell....

A good friend told me about this neat little concept he had heard of called "National Novel Writing Month." And well, I've thought about it a little bit. 50k in a month sounds daunting. Almost 2k words a day. But like I said above, what the hell.

I am working on an adventure module for an old and out-of-print edition of D&D to have posted at an online community I visit. That makes me a geek by the way. Given that odd little self-inlficted project, and the many ideas (quality not guaranteed) that tumble out of my brain and vanish into the ether, I think I will take up his unvoiced challenge and try - no, actually do and not just try (thanks Yoda for the correction) - and write a novel of dubious quality to just show myself more than anyone else that it can be done.

So Ray, I'm with you man, but the question really is are there 50k worth of words to write about a man from Nantucket who likes to carry a bucket?