Fun and games (waterfight! and squeezemachine, but mostly waterfight)

So, yesterday's new game was called SqueezeMachine, courtsey of Julian. Object of the game: to fit oneself through small spaces. Julian demonstrated using one of the lounge chairs. Brendan thought it looked easy. Emphasize the 'thought.' Well, I exaggerate. It wasn't that bad. He did have to take off his belt, but there was never a point that we were thinking we'd have to call for the jaws of life. I was then nominated for next victim, but refrained as I knew darn well I wasn't going to get the chair anywhere near all the way over me. We would have had to call the fire department midway between my chest and hips.

Today's fun new game was shooting me with water guns. Well, other people too, but I think that was mostly just an excuse for shooting me. See, all my friends know that I can double as a squeaky toy. Took these guys a while to figure that out, being as they're slower than most. but they made up for it. Oh my god, did they make up for it. At one point they were shooting me *just* to hear me squeak.

The water fight--It was totally not my fault it was started. I innocently had taken back Edd's speakers, which he had lent for the saturday night Settlers game (where people stood around my laptop and said nice things about some of my poems, though I still don't belive them) And on the way back, I was visiting Brendan and getting tomorrow's stories, and he attacked me. I was standing there innocently, and he got out his elephant gun (and by elephant gun, I mean gun shaped like an elephant) and shot me point blank. And then went out into the hallway and shot Sharon. And then Sharon went to her room, and got her watergun, and chased *him* all the way down the other hallway. By the time they'd come back, we were all ready for a full-fledged battle. Jason can call it a 'minor skirmish' all he wants, but for heaven's sake, we had all but like 1 person involved at one time or another. All but 4 got shot, even if it was point blank in the back of the head.

Yes. that was me. Quakers don't fight fair. :) And then after people had sufficently soaked me. (it was so hot here, I didn't even mind), we all restocked (Sharon lent me her weapon, as I was unarmed, yet still getting ruthlessly attacked.) And we had an expedition into the other hallway, where we did manage to lure Janet out into the hallway before shooting her, and had a really good time. Oh, and then we all ganged up against rudi, having lured him into the middle of the group. He had a stronger weapon, but we surrounded him. :) So finally when we'd run out of people to shoot (oh yeah, we shot Cathy's foot as she was peacefully sitting on her bed. And earlier I managed to get off a difficult "behind Brendan's shoulders and into Mike's face" shot. I wasn't trying to shoot Brendan, he would simply have become collateral damage, but luckily I managed to mostly miss him, though I don't think I did much damage to Mike.) we called a truce and returned to our work. I changed out of nearly completely soaking clothing and tallied my injuries. I got shot twice in the same eye (just pain at the time, no pinkness or anything), and laughed so hard I still can't breathe right. I cough.

Sea Change and other stories

So productive today. I discovered a folded up shirt on my lap keeps the laptop from burning me--can we say "design flaw" boys and girls?--and worked more on the revision of Sea Change that I've been fiddling with. I'd been bad and took notes on it while critting today, so it was all bubbling around in my mind. Terry's soo cool! His suggestion for the change scene fits the area perfectly, so I've written that part out.

I just have to write a reservior scene where the boy gets attacked by a seal, help him get over that (and the next person who writes "hot fish sex" on my manuscript will be first against the wall, come the revolution. Well, maybe not first. but definately top ten.), write his reaction to being a seal, and then decide what the hell to do with the end. Terry suggested that they end just getting into the car. Current ending is them running into the surf. Who knows what the final ending will be.

Firing the Dead is chugging right along, with an end and everything in sight. It sucks, and has no real twist, but it's nearly done, and that's what matters, right? Well, okay, it's not quite that bad, I'm just not sure how special it is. Guess I'll have to see once it's finished. Goal is for tomorrow turn in, but I'm thinking for thursday is more likely. I've got about two more scenes, maybe more. And a lot of stuff which probably isn't necessary, but hey, everything I took out of the last two was apparently very important. So I'll let someone else tell me what needs to come out of that one.

And "Andy, Only With My Eyes Closed" is also moving along. Not all that much writing done yet, but thanks to Brendan, I'm thinking about it a lot. And may be moving into a writing type mode.