1.  It’s very weird to realize that in two days, we will be throwing a costume party.  I still don’t know what to wear, what to cook, or what to decorate with.  In my mind it’s all a lot of cool, elaborate stuff.  In reality, it’ll be a cobbled-together outfit, some quick food, and 3 construction paper pumpkins.  Actually, none of that is true – we own more costuming pieces than some stores, my wife and I never cook anything that isn’t really good, and the decorations….  Well, maybe that part is true.

2.  Even worse – in 3 days I’ll BE WRITING A NOVEL.  Holy crap.  1,667 words a day for 30 days.  I have maps to sketch, names to generate, outlines to scribble – wow, did this come on fast.  On the other hand, according to WordPress, this is 381 words long, and it only took me about 15 minutes to do.  By that logic, I should be done by Thanksgiving.  Hah.

3.  I was called “Big Lou” by a co-worker the other day while working out.  My name isn’t close to Lou, nor is there any logical derivation of my name to produce Lou.  I’m not exactly sure what it meant.  I think it was supposed to be complimentary.  Maybe it was a reference to Lou Ferrigno.  Or Captain Lou Albano.  Or Lou Costello.  I have no idea.

4.  The only Google Search that My Dashboard has ever noted as pointing to my blog is “an ode to mountain dew”.  Add it’s been Googled more than once.  So every month or so, somebody sits down and types “ode to mountain dew” into Google.  Then they click my page and read “An Ode to Diet Mountain Dew.”  It’s a little weird to me, I have to say, but also fairly interesting.  It’d be awesome to work at Google just to get a comprehensive list of everything that gets searched for and how often.  I’d be most interested in the least searched for items.  What would they be?  “Lou Albano bikini” or “latvian night life” or something else? 

5.  In a month and 3 days, you’ll be able to say that you were reading the novelist’s blog before he even became a novelist, thereby maintaining a cool and distant stance from all the Johnny-come-latelies who hopped on the bandwagon after the novelist’s second bestselling novel.  Yes, in 33 days, the Novelist will only be referring to Himself in third person.