scribbling damselfly

Okay, whoever it was that linked to Pandemic II?¹

You owe me I've-lost-count hours of my life.

Seriously, how can I concentrate on revising this novel, when there's humans to wipe out? How can I concentrate on wiping out the human race efficiently and effectively when I have this novel to finish? Huh? Huh?

1. Actually, it was a few of you. Share the blame amongst yourselves as you see fit.

The problem with drinking while working is that it can quickly turn into just plain drinking, and from there it's a short stumble to "work? what? yes, of course, definitely pour me another."

Er…oops.

To keep things language-focussed, I did start a new game of awarding "vocabulary points" to those who used neglected or difficult or otherwise-impressive words, which resulted in our drunken conversation being relatively highbrow. (Although I must admit, toward the end of the night, the words did get harder to pronounce. This is when I started up the corollary game of awarding "enunciation points".) And I made everyone play freerice (which has evolved from being just about vocabulary and is now also about maps, chemical symbols, learning foreign languages, and artwork), so although we were drunken idjits, we were charitable drunken idjits.

At least I managed to get half of my words for the day before becoming totally delinquent, so that should help minimise today's catch-up.

In the meantime, the evolution of vampire moths is unspeakably cool.

Test your vocabulary, feed hungry people. What's not to get addicted to love about that?