So, I just discovered there is something called Decembeard, a charitable campaign to raise funds for colorectal cancer (presumably to fight it rather than promote it).
Decembeard follows tightly on the heels (chins?) of Movember and its promotion of awareness of prostate cancer.
As I have reported elsewhere, the women were not to be outdone and I know one of the founders of Julyna, a campaign to bushwhack cervical cancer. (At least this one is anatomically related in the geographic sense.)
So, how many more of these can we do?
Pituary – Arm pit macramé to promote conditions of the pituitary gland
Fepubeary – Growing the short ‘n’ curlies to raise awareness about deforestation
Partch – Creatively parting all of your body hair to promote the wax industry
Earpril – Wild and wooley ear hair in support of local symphonies
Might – Strength training just because bathing suit season is upon us and we’re tired of looking at that
Stoone – Heavy colonic bombardment to promote awareness of illegal dumping
Julyna
Ah-ah-ahgust – High volume nasal ejections to support diseases of the immune system
Septumber – Full-frontal snoring to raise awareness about sleep disorders
Proctober – Sort of Hands Across America’s rectum to promote taxation reform
As some of you know, I am a hockey fan and season ticket holder for the AHL Toronto Marlies, farm team for the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Every once in a while, I decide to completely ignore the hockey game by bringing my camera with me, searching for those great shots that I can ask the players to autograph.
Now, this would be a hell of a lot easier if I had more skill with my camera (need to take that class) or perhaps the right lens. But until the time that either or both of those happen, I present you with some of the closer ones from last night’s game against the Grand Rapids Griffins (farm team of the Detroit Red Wings).
Christopher Gibson prepares for a shot from the point
Sniper Josh Leivo gets his game-face on during warm-up
Tom Nilsson looks to make a play in his zone
Lindsay Hamilton has some crazy eyes during a fan game
This year, I participated in my second NaNoWriMo (national novel writing month) competition, although the word competition is a bit of a misnomer but love-fest sounds a bit Sixties.
The last time, about three years ago, I got about a week into it before the realities of life interfered and everything stalled. This year was different.
While the realities of life have generally been pretty easy on me, I did have two solid weeks of distractions in the middle of November (yay, paying distractions) and still managed to reach the goal of 50,000 words by my birthday near the middle of the month (and while on the road).
Unfortunately, because I have never met a 50,000-word story that couldn’t actually be 200,000 words, I am not yet at the end of my story or my novel and so continued to type actively for most of the rest of the month to finish the competition/love-fest/creative circle-jerk just shy of 81,000 words.
I want to pat myself on the back for getting this far (and eventually, I will) but the problem is that having gotten this far, I want to reach the end of the novel, and so on December 1st, 2014, I begin what can best be described as Mo’NaNoWriMo.
And if I’m still not finished by New Year’s Eve, then I shall welcome in the New Year singing:
MoNaNo, MoNaNo, MoNaNo!
Thanks to all of my friends who have been so supportive throughout this process…especially those of you who have no idea what I am doing or why.
Let all y’all know how it goes!
Synopsis
At the height of its power, the Minoan civilization ruled the Mediterranean Sea, establishing trading colonies throughout the region and venturing into the dangerous waters of the Atlantic. But unknown to its rulers and priests, the Earth itself was planning an end to the empire; an end that centered on the tiny colony of Thera, the present-day island of Santorini.
The story Thera bears witness to this cataclysmic end through the eyes of a young Mycenaean boy Patroclus, taken from his simple village on the coast of Greece as unwilling tribute and slave into the Minoan court. Patroclus quickly learns the machinations that hold the Minoan world together, but just as he recognizes his opportunity for escape, his world is threatened by Nessa, his Minoan Master’s daughter who sees something special in him.
The clash of cultures takes second stage, however, as the world itself begins to change shape. Only Patroclus seems to be aware of the scale of the omens, adding urgency to his survival plans and conflict over how to deal with Nessa.
Mother, Nehiyaw, Metis, & Itisahwâkan - career communicator. This is my collection of opinions, stories, and the occasional rise to, or fall from, challenge. In other words, it's my party, I can fun if I want to. Artwork by aaronpaquette.net