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I went to Nifty today. I have to be grateful to Nifty: they were one of the first sites to archive all of my gay stuff and provide me with one of the primary outlets on the Intarweb way back when I was just a little site with fifty stories or so.

There's a section labeled "Prolific Authors" in their catalog. It's for people who've written twenty or more stories, at least that's what I gather from the screen. I found my name in the index, but the anchors didn't work right so I scrolled down to it.

I damn near missed it as it flew past. Each author was in bold, followed by line after line of titles. Mine was one line: Too many to list here.

Sigh.

But, hey, I did 2,800 words today, bringing me up to a three-day total of: weird, 9800 words exactly.

Okay, semi-serious question. Part of the content of the documents is a header I write by hand. I use a pure text editor: word processors just give you the power to fiddle endlessly. My header looks a little like a mail or usenet header, and it has keys like "Universe," "Arc," "Synopsis," and so on. I do write them by hand, but they're meta-data and not actually part of the story. Do they still add to the word count? Without them, the word count is 9,566.

Date: 2006-11-06 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mg4h.livejournal.com
Ah, Nifty. I remember when that started here at CMU.

I knew Chris back in the day. I still remember a particular time when he accepted a food challenge to eat an entire tin of Altoids at once, in exchange for a donation to a certain campus group.

He carefully opened the tin, unfolded the paper, and went to work eating them. Once he had them all in his mouth, he chewed and chewed, and eventually swallowed them all. Then he opened his mouth to show they were gone, and the first 10 rows of the meeting hall could SMELL the peppermint.

He asked if that was acceptable and was told it was so. He then said, in a very calm voice, "Excuse me." He turned around, walked up the stairs, and disappeared behind the chalkboard that was in front of the exit to the room.

It was only when he was back there that we heard his blood-curdling scream, as he ran for the nearest water fountain. The peppermint oil was burning!

He didn't come back for at least five minutes, and even then he still smelled of peppermint.

Ah, good times ;)

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