Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Thursday, March 22, 2018
no, time
seriously, where does it go?? How can X amount of time simply ...get used up?
And, dude. Google. Enough, kay? I'm not a machine. Give it a rest.
And, dude. Google. Enough, kay? I'm not a machine. Give it a rest.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
14 tabs opened right now
working on powerpoint presentations
trying to think of
what to blog
what to write
what to read
what to say
it's national poetry day, apparently, even though national poetry MONTH is April. Who decides these things?? Did they not coordinate with one another? Is there a national poetry week, too? I bet that's in August or something. .....aaaah! Okay, if I were more inclined to simply go back and erase what I wrote, I'd look a little less foolish, but whatever. Mistakes equal learning. (Well, sometimes)
So, it's WORLD poetry day today, and NATIONAL poetry month in April. That makes things clearer.
Anyway, you'd think that with my recent foray into poetry with my class that I'd be all over the idea of creating some poetry to share right now.
You'd think.
...actually, no, I'm not going to poem-it-up right now, but I DO have some lyrics in my head that are hilarious and apt. And, so, I'll end it with those.
so smooth you can hear the beard
so smooth you can hear the beard
three times is poetry
so smooth you can hear the beard
working on powerpoint presentations
trying to think of
what to blog
what to write
what to read
what to say
it's national poetry day, apparently, even though national poetry MONTH is April. Who decides these things?? Did they not coordinate with one another? Is there a national poetry week, too? I bet that's in August or something. .....aaaah! Okay, if I were more inclined to simply go back and erase what I wrote, I'd look a little less foolish, but whatever. Mistakes equal learning. (Well, sometimes)
So, it's WORLD poetry day today, and NATIONAL poetry month in April. That makes things clearer.
Anyway, you'd think that with my recent foray into poetry with my class that I'd be all over the idea of creating some poetry to share right now.
You'd think.
...actually, no, I'm not going to poem-it-up right now, but I DO have some lyrics in my head that are hilarious and apt. And, so, I'll end it with those.
so smooth you can hear the beard
so smooth you can hear the beard
three times is poetry
so smooth you can hear the beard
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
impatient!
Ugh. I turned in my short story to be workshopped in creative writing yesterday, and NEXT Monday is spring break, so I have to wait TWO weeks before I'm able to get feedback!
Meanwhile, my brain has been going over it repeatedly, thinking about the things I liked (a surpsingly large percentage, actually) and the things I didn't/know can be improved upon (...also a surprisingly large percentage.) Okay, not really, there ARE flaws, of course, and I'm curious to see whether anyone else points out what I've got in mind. But I have to wait another 13 days. Agony.
Perhaps once I've gone through the feedback stage, I'll post it here.
Meanwhile, my brain has been going over it repeatedly, thinking about the things I liked (a surpsingly large percentage, actually) and the things I didn't/know can be improved upon (...also a surprisingly large percentage.) Okay, not really, there ARE flaws, of course, and I'm curious to see whether anyone else points out what I've got in mind. But I have to wait another 13 days. Agony.
Perhaps once I've gone through the feedback stage, I'll post it here.
Friday, March 16, 2018
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
3.14
It's Pi day, Pi day, gotta get down on Pi day...
I'll need to circle by the grocery store on the way home from work to buy a pie.
I have a lot of writing to do this week and no desire (currently) to do any of it. That'll undoubtedly change - most certainly when I'm in the car, away from my notebooks, pens, and keyboards.
Speaking of which, it's practically time to get going... so, this entry was short and meaningless. I really should start planning topics ahead.
end(ish) of the day edit - bought two pies - one cherry, one pumpkin. Then got home, walked thru the door, and promptly dropped the cherry pie all over the floor and Silas's brand new shoes. Sad pie day.
The pumpkin is still fine, and I'm sure the rest of the family will enjoy it (I don't like pumpkin pie), but, man, what an unfortunate event.
I'll need to circle by the grocery store on the way home from work to buy a pie.
I have a lot of writing to do this week and no desire (currently) to do any of it. That'll undoubtedly change - most certainly when I'm in the car, away from my notebooks, pens, and keyboards.
Speaking of which, it's practically time to get going... so, this entry was short and meaningless. I really should start planning topics ahead.
end(ish) of the day edit - bought two pies - one cherry, one pumpkin. Then got home, walked thru the door, and promptly dropped the cherry pie all over the floor and Silas's brand new shoes. Sad pie day.
The pumpkin is still fine, and I'm sure the rest of the family will enjoy it (I don't like pumpkin pie), but, man, what an unfortunate event.
Monday, March 12, 2018
what even
I haven't been following the news lately, but the cold open from SNL and just the general feeling in the air... is the Mueller investigation a bust? Did ...Trump actually get away with his shit? Again? Cuz, dude. Just fuck that noise thirty-nine times. Hopefully I'm wrong, but I'm too tired to confirm (or deny) it right now, and, honestly, a little too worried to look and find out that, yeah, it's as bad as I fear.
Friday, March 09, 2018
stalling/ procrastinating/ other words that mean that
Ugh. I have a ton of school work to do, and zero desire to do any of it. As is evidenced by a) that I'm blogging and b) that it's all due TODAY, and I've had the last five days when I could have worked on any of it, but didn't. Sigh.
And, at least, I'm telling myself this so I can sleep at night (hahaha), IN THEORY today I was going to be all gung-ho about getting shit done, but then I had a really REALLY bad day at work, and it freaking drained any drive I had to do pretty much anything straight outta me.
I have done SOME school stuff, so it's not a complete waste of a day. And there are still a little over five hours left before the deadline of midnight, so... yeah.
And, at least, I'm telling myself this so I can sleep at night (hahaha), IN THEORY today I was going to be all gung-ho about getting shit done, but then I had a really REALLY bad day at work, and it freaking drained any drive I had to do pretty much anything straight outta me.
I have done SOME school stuff, so it's not a complete waste of a day. And there are still a little over five hours left before the deadline of midnight, so... yeah.
Thursday, March 08, 2018
What we need
(this is the villanelle I wrote last week for my creative writing course)
Let me tell you what it is we need.
A few more guns inside our schools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
You think you want leaders who know how to lead.
Instead we have actors who break all the rules.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
The engines are running, running on greed
blood, tears, and oil - are there alternate fuels?
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
"The other side is wrong" is everyone's creed.
Divisions deepen. A side, you must choose.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
We're falling apart with sickening speed.
All our old heroes, now just tarnished old fools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
Thoughts and prayers while victims plead.
Online echo chambers becoming cesspools.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
A few more guns inside our schools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
You think you want leaders who know how to lead.
Instead we have actors who break all the rules.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
The engines are running, running on greed
blood, tears, and oil - are there alternate fuels?
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
"The other side is wrong" is everyone's creed.
Divisions deepen. A side, you must choose.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
We're falling apart with sickening speed.
All our old heroes, now just tarnished old fools.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
Thoughts and prayers while victims plead.
Online echo chambers becoming cesspools.
Let me tell you what it is we need.
Freedom, give it up, sacrifice to bleed.
Wednesday, March 07, 2018
I knew you were going to be a good time to time.
I've got nothing else to blog about right now, so I'm going to do a few predictive texts, just for fun.
Everything after the bold will be whatever my phone predicts should be said next from these famous movie quotes.
May the force of the day, February 15th, and I have to do the same time.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, and I have to do the same time.
The first rule of Fight Club is a good thing, right?
My Mama always said "Life is like a box of chocolates; the same time.
When someone asks, "Are you a god?" you say that I have a vehicle to the ftp site under the filename of resend.
Nobody puts Baby Einstein the same time.
I'm mad as hell, and I have to do the same time.
...okay. Obviously, I need to "do the same time" a LOT. Maybe I'll try this again at some point, but with something other than movie quotes (or different ones, for whatever reason my brain was blanking on quotable films).
Everything after the bold will be whatever my phone predicts should be said next from these famous movie quotes.
May the force of the day, February 15th, and I have to do the same time.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, and I have to do the same time.
The first rule of Fight Club is a good thing, right?
My Mama always said "Life is like a box of chocolates; the same time.
When someone asks, "Are you a god?" you say that I have a vehicle to the ftp site under the filename of resend.
Nobody puts Baby Einstein the same time.
I'm mad as hell, and I have to do the same time.
...okay. Obviously, I need to "do the same time" a LOT. Maybe I'll try this again at some point, but with something other than movie quotes (or different ones, for whatever reason my brain was blanking on quotable films).
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
Friday, March 02, 2018
time Marches on
how in the world did it get to be March already?
And of twenty-freaking-eighteen?????
Work was exhausting, yet again, because it was Friday, and for the last two hours or so of my shift, technology was not my friend. Made for a very frustrating experience.
But, home now, and I don't have to worry about work for forty-eight-ish hours, so.
For my creative writing class this week we had to write a villanelle. A villanelle is a style of poem that apparently is obscure enough that blogger's word processor has it underlined in red. But, basically it's a 19 line poem that uses two rhymes throughout, and alternately repeats lines 1 and 3. So, it's A B A, A B repeat line 1, A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1, A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1 repeat line 3.
Not easy to do, but the one I wrote is... decent. After I get feedback on it, I may end up posting it here. If I had more free time (and, let's be honest, more ambition) I think it might be sort of fun to try and compose some more of them.
Next week is the end of poetry, and then it's on to fiction. Woot woot! Although that means the class is already half way finished. Boo. I've enjoyed the poetry section a good deal more than I anticipated I would, though. It ain't all bad.
And of twenty-freaking-eighteen?????
Work was exhausting, yet again, because it was Friday, and for the last two hours or so of my shift, technology was not my friend. Made for a very frustrating experience.
But, home now, and I don't have to worry about work for forty-eight-ish hours, so.
For my creative writing class this week we had to write a villanelle. A villanelle is a style of poem that apparently is obscure enough that blogger's word processor has it underlined in red. But, basically it's a 19 line poem that uses two rhymes throughout, and alternately repeats lines 1 and 3. So, it's A B A, A B repeat line 1, A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1, A B repeat line 3, A B repeat line 1 repeat line 3.
Not easy to do, but the one I wrote is... decent. After I get feedback on it, I may end up posting it here. If I had more free time (and, let's be honest, more ambition) I think it might be sort of fun to try and compose some more of them.
Next week is the end of poetry, and then it's on to fiction. Woot woot! Although that means the class is already half way finished. Boo. I've enjoyed the poetry section a good deal more than I anticipated I would, though. It ain't all bad.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
weekend update
heh. No SNL news, just an update on things that have gone on this weekend.
Watched Jigsaw (ehhh, it was better than 7, but that's a pretty low bar to clear), played Enchanted Forest, (Stephanie won), read a horrible short story for class ("Paul's Case" by Willa Cather), washing machine finally kicked the bucket, put the super-old tricycle out to the curb (so sad!), and now I've blogged. Not all that exciting a day, but there ya have it.
Watched Jigsaw (ehhh, it was better than 7, but that's a pretty low bar to clear), played Enchanted Forest, (Stephanie won), read a horrible short story for class ("Paul's Case" by Willa Cather), washing machine finally kicked the bucket, put the super-old tricycle out to the curb (so sad!), and now I've blogged. Not all that exciting a day, but there ya have it.
Friday, February 09, 2018
nothing new under the sun
...did you try checking behind it?
Just having one of those afternoons where I can't seem to find the motivation to type up anything. On the bright side, I've finished (or will have, once I publish this) my blog post for today, so that's one thing down. still have a short history response, an english 102 discussion post to make, and some poetry to write. One thing at a time, I guess.
Relating back to the topic, for a second, what made me think of that was how part of what's holding me back (of getting started to write) is the feeling that, to quote the Barenaked Ladies, "it's all been done". (woo hoo hoo!)
And, yeah, it probably has, but, so what? Originality ain't all that, is it? I just read The Yellow Wallpaper for the first time ever, and it's been mimicked hundreds of times, but it was still a great short story.
Eh. I just went down the tvtropes rabbit hole for a while, and lost my train of thought, and my desire to even continue with it. Besides, I still have all that school work to do...
Just having one of those afternoons where I can't seem to find the motivation to type up anything. On the bright side, I've finished (or will have, once I publish this) my blog post for today, so that's one thing down. still have a short history response, an english 102 discussion post to make, and some poetry to write. One thing at a time, I guess.
Relating back to the topic, for a second, what made me think of that was how part of what's holding me back (of getting started to write) is the feeling that, to quote the Barenaked Ladies, "it's all been done". (woo hoo hoo!)
And, yeah, it probably has, but, so what? Originality ain't all that, is it? I just read The Yellow Wallpaper for the first time ever, and it's been mimicked hundreds of times, but it was still a great short story.
Eh. I just went down the tvtropes rabbit hole for a while, and lost my train of thought, and my desire to even continue with it. Besides, I still have all that school work to do...
Thursday, February 08, 2018
muse hunting
As I've mentioned before, I'm enjoying my Creative Writing course.
However.
I have to write two (!!) poems sometime before Monday. (Heh, I'm pretty tired right now, and originally started to type "Wednesday". Time is meaningless!) I'm being 'workshopped' on Monday, which means that the two poems I bring in will be critiqued by the whole class. (Assuming the whole class shows up. This past Monday there were five people absent, out of a class of 16. Although it WAS the Monday after the Superbowl, and (apparently!?) that's the biggest sick day of the year. Maybe that counts for classes, too.)
So, yeah. Gots to get my creative on, and pretty soon, too.
I've already got one of the poems written, and I'm fairly proud of it (we'll see if my opinion changes after having it picked apart). But I still need to get one more written that I feel comfortable bringing in to the vultures. And then I have to write one for my weekly writing assignment. (There is nothing that says that that can't be the same poem, so, I mean, *technically* I could save myself some time and effort by only writing ONE new poem. But, I rarely do things the efficient way. Plus, I would rather actually create two. I WANT to make more art. I'm just feeling. tired. uninspired. wishing I was wired. ... okay, i'll stop, because rhyming is ...ergh. something. Have I mentioned how tired I am? I feel like I have.
Right now, i'm at the library, using one of their computers, hoping that inspiration strikes. Oh! I was going to write down some phrases that I wanted to just keep in my toolbox.
"Broken ocean" was one of them.
And I hada few others while I was driving in, but, of course, that was when I was nowhwere near a computer or a piece of paper.
"weasel fucking" (or, rather, "weasels fucking" - I guess there really IS a difference between those two...)
oh, I rmember now - "as confusing as a four-way stop" (or as "hesitant", not sure which is better; guess it depends on the piece it's being used in)
"as neglected as a Christmas tree in March"
"revised our relationship like a Wikipedia entry"
I've been trying to pick up more metaphors and similes during my day-to-day life. You can see and judge the results above.
For now, though, I need to get ready for my Com 101 class, so I'll publish this and be done with it.
However.
I have to write two (!!) poems sometime before Monday. (Heh, I'm pretty tired right now, and originally started to type "Wednesday". Time is meaningless!) I'm being 'workshopped' on Monday, which means that the two poems I bring in will be critiqued by the whole class. (Assuming the whole class shows up. This past Monday there were five people absent, out of a class of 16. Although it WAS the Monday after the Superbowl, and (apparently!?) that's the biggest sick day of the year. Maybe that counts for classes, too.)
So, yeah. Gots to get my creative on, and pretty soon, too.
I've already got one of the poems written, and I'm fairly proud of it (we'll see if my opinion changes after having it picked apart). But I still need to get one more written that I feel comfortable bringing in to the vultures. And then I have to write one for my weekly writing assignment. (There is nothing that says that that can't be the same poem, so, I mean, *technically* I could save myself some time and effort by only writing ONE new poem. But, I rarely do things the efficient way. Plus, I would rather actually create two. I WANT to make more art. I'm just feeling. tired. uninspired. wishing I was wired. ... okay, i'll stop, because rhyming is ...ergh. something. Have I mentioned how tired I am? I feel like I have.
Right now, i'm at the library, using one of their computers, hoping that inspiration strikes. Oh! I was going to write down some phrases that I wanted to just keep in my toolbox.
"Broken ocean" was one of them.
And I hada few others while I was driving in, but, of course, that was when I was nowhwere near a computer or a piece of paper.
"weasel fucking" (or, rather, "weasels fucking" - I guess there really IS a difference between those two...)
oh, I rmember now - "as confusing as a four-way stop" (or as "hesitant", not sure which is better; guess it depends on the piece it's being used in)
"as neglected as a Christmas tree in March"
"revised our relationship like a Wikipedia entry"
I've been trying to pick up more metaphors and similes during my day-to-day life. You can see and judge the results above.
For now, though, I need to get ready for my Com 101 class, so I'll publish this and be done with it.
Saturday, February 03, 2018
27 years from now
The date can be written as 2/3/45, so that's something kind of cool to look forward to.
Thursday, February 01, 2018
Our bean is a teen
To celebrate we went to Gravady, had Sonic for lunch, took her to Clare's for her to get new fake nails, and later there will be pizza, popcorn and Potter (we're working our way thru the series by book & movie, Azkaban the book was finished last night, so the movie will be watched in a few hours).
All in all, a pretty great day. (Although I still can't believe she's a teenager now!!)
Happy Birthday, Irina-bean!!
All in all, a pretty great day. (Although I still can't believe she's a teenager now!!)
Happy Birthday, Irina-bean!!
Friday, January 26, 2018
You can't find the woods while you're hiding in the trees
("Right Where It Belongs by Nine Inch Nails)
Random ..ish. entry time.
I keep having moments of ...like near enlightenment? Semi-woke-ness? I don't know what to call it exactly, but it's like these flashes of insight of things that should be obvious to like, everyone. An example. The other day while driving, I realized that everyone else has their own worlds they are in. That even people I dislike or don't really think about at all... they have their own backstories and lives and dreams and fears and wants and thoughts and ideas. And...yea, obviously I've thought that and known that and I don't think of every single person as some sort of NPC or anything like that, but it's just ...sometimes you kind of forget that all these other people are.... other people. And the realization hit me and it was just like Oh my god. That guy actually exists BEYOND the three minutes that I interacted with him.
I'm explaining it horribly, I suspect. OR I'm maybe making myself sound borderline psychotic, but that's another thing, lately I've been running low on fucks to give about how I'm perceived.
Okay, that's a gross over-exaggeration, because I am still largely motivated by other's perceptions of me, but ...here and there, I'm starting to accept the idea that "who cares if I look foolish?" Or if I'm wrong about something? Yolo, right? Congrats, P@, it only took 40 years to start to grow up.
Interestingly, I think that it's my classes that are pushing these developments. We had to give impromptu speeches last Tuesday, and while I was still shaky/nervous before (and a little bit after), I did fine, and I was like, "I'm just going to give it my best, and it's not like I'm ever going to see any of these people again after the next three months, so does it really matter what they think?"
Anyway. Yesterday during Com class we watched a few TED speeches, and one of them was from a teacher and she said something that had me have one of those "mini-woke" moments - she talked about how she has had classes that she felt like she failed because they didn't meet academic guidelines (I'm paraphrasing), and it just hit me that ...teachers have to feel a massive amount of responsibility for whether their students pass or fail or are learning or are interested at all. It was like, "holy cow, I never REALLY thought of it from the teacher's point of view before."
Speaking of teachers... one of my friends in high school - a guy I really admired - wound up becoming a teacher. About a year ago, I decided to google him, just to see what he's been up to (we haven't spoken in nearly 2 decades, I am not in touch with anyone that I attended high school with) and ...found that he had been arrested for inappropriate conduct with a student.
It's like, jesus, it really is #allmen.
I had an idea for a story (or, hey, maybe it should be a reality) of a pill that reduces/eliminates libido. It would be called Libidon't. (heh) But, seriously, I wonder if there were a way to make men less interested in passing on their genetic code if that would ...fix anything. Probably a lot of stuff, yeah, but I'm sure there would still be some other problems. Maybe. Because I do think that SO MUCH of the craptacular toxic masculinity rape culture problems we have derives from the power of the penis and guys believing that they need/deserve to do whatever it takes in order to spread their seed.
Since this is a random entry, I don't really have a conclusion, and I have other things I need to be doing online, so I'm just gonna hit publish and leave it at that.
Random ..ish. entry time.
I keep having moments of ...like near enlightenment? Semi-woke-ness? I don't know what to call it exactly, but it's like these flashes of insight of things that should be obvious to like, everyone. An example. The other day while driving, I realized that everyone else has their own worlds they are in. That even people I dislike or don't really think about at all... they have their own backstories and lives and dreams and fears and wants and thoughts and ideas. And...yea, obviously I've thought that and known that and I don't think of every single person as some sort of NPC or anything like that, but it's just ...sometimes you kind of forget that all these other people are.... other people. And the realization hit me and it was just like Oh my god. That guy actually exists BEYOND the three minutes that I interacted with him.
I'm explaining it horribly, I suspect. OR I'm maybe making myself sound borderline psychotic, but that's another thing, lately I've been running low on fucks to give about how I'm perceived.
Okay, that's a gross over-exaggeration, because I am still largely motivated by other's perceptions of me, but ...here and there, I'm starting to accept the idea that "who cares if I look foolish?" Or if I'm wrong about something? Yolo, right? Congrats, P@, it only took 40 years to start to grow up.
Interestingly, I think that it's my classes that are pushing these developments. We had to give impromptu speeches last Tuesday, and while I was still shaky/nervous before (and a little bit after), I did fine, and I was like, "I'm just going to give it my best, and it's not like I'm ever going to see any of these people again after the next three months, so does it really matter what they think?"
Anyway. Yesterday during Com class we watched a few TED speeches, and one of them was from a teacher and she said something that had me have one of those "mini-woke" moments - she talked about how she has had classes that she felt like she failed because they didn't meet academic guidelines (I'm paraphrasing), and it just hit me that ...teachers have to feel a massive amount of responsibility for whether their students pass or fail or are learning or are interested at all. It was like, "holy cow, I never REALLY thought of it from the teacher's point of view before."
Speaking of teachers... one of my friends in high school - a guy I really admired - wound up becoming a teacher. About a year ago, I decided to google him, just to see what he's been up to (we haven't spoken in nearly 2 decades, I am not in touch with anyone that I attended high school with) and ...found that he had been arrested for inappropriate conduct with a student.
It's like, jesus, it really is #allmen.
I had an idea for a story (or, hey, maybe it should be a reality) of a pill that reduces/eliminates libido. It would be called Libidon't. (heh) But, seriously, I wonder if there were a way to make men less interested in passing on their genetic code if that would ...fix anything. Probably a lot of stuff, yeah, but I'm sure there would still be some other problems. Maybe. Because I do think that SO MUCH of the craptacular toxic masculinity rape culture problems we have derives from the power of the penis and guys believing that they need/deserve to do whatever it takes in order to spread their seed.
Since this is a random entry, I don't really have a conclusion, and I have other things I need to be doing online, so I'm just gonna hit publish and leave it at that.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
busy days ahead
It's Thursday, which means I have a class to attend (I'm at CSN now, as I type this up - taking a brief break in between other online assignments, and getting ready to head to my Communications course, which is starting in a little over an hour).
I also haven't filmed today's OK What Now episode, so I need to do that shortly. (It'll be episode 98, which is somewhat amazing that I've already gotten that high.)
Next week I've got creative writing on Monday.
Tuesday and Thursday of next week are speech days in Comm 101 - mine is due Thursday, so I have ...exactly (well, a little over) one week to finish my 3-5 minute autobiographical speech. I wonder if I could just read blog entries for my speech, and if that would be sufficient. Heh.
Wednesday of next week is the last day of January, so I need to make my yearly joke that day. (It feels like it's been January all year long*) Wednesday will also be episode 100 of OK What Now, and I currently have NOTHING special planned for it. Harper suggested I buy 100 Reese's Peanut Butter cups. Or, 50, I guess, since they come in pairs. And then I eat them all. That ...does not actually sound appealing, because much as I love some peanut butter cups, teh thought of that many is nauseating.
Next Thursday is both February 1st (Irina's birthday) and my speech day. I'm taking that day off work, naturally.
And then Friday is Groundhog Day AND it's my turn to bring food in to the office. A few months ago, our department decided that every first Friday of the month one of us would cook something up, and bring it in to share. I agreed to this idea with the thought that I would simply BUY something to bring in, only to find out that it apparently has to be homemade. Stupid fine print. Anyway, I am thinking that this time will be soup of some kind, because soup is easy, and it's a winterish type food.
So, yeah. Lots of stuff coming up. Now I need to get back to school stuff.
*totally counts, in case I don't get a chance to blog on 1/31/18.
I also haven't filmed today's OK What Now episode, so I need to do that shortly. (It'll be episode 98, which is somewhat amazing that I've already gotten that high.)
Next week I've got creative writing on Monday.
Tuesday and Thursday of next week are speech days in Comm 101 - mine is due Thursday, so I have ...exactly (well, a little over) one week to finish my 3-5 minute autobiographical speech. I wonder if I could just read blog entries for my speech, and if that would be sufficient. Heh.
Wednesday of next week is the last day of January, so I need to make my yearly joke that day. (It feels like it's been January all year long*) Wednesday will also be episode 100 of OK What Now, and I currently have NOTHING special planned for it. Harper suggested I buy 100 Reese's Peanut Butter cups. Or, 50, I guess, since they come in pairs. And then I eat them all. That ...does not actually sound appealing, because much as I love some peanut butter cups, teh thought of that many is nauseating.
Next Thursday is both February 1st (Irina's birthday) and my speech day. I'm taking that day off work, naturally.
And then Friday is Groundhog Day AND it's my turn to bring food in to the office. A few months ago, our department decided that every first Friday of the month one of us would cook something up, and bring it in to share. I agreed to this idea with the thought that I would simply BUY something to bring in, only to find out that it apparently has to be homemade. Stupid fine print. Anyway, I am thinking that this time will be soup of some kind, because soup is easy, and it's a winterish type food.
So, yeah. Lots of stuff coming up. Now I need to get back to school stuff.
*totally counts, in case I don't get a chance to blog on 1/31/18.
Monday, January 22, 2018
hey hey hey let's not do drugs
So, tonight was the first class of my English 205 (Introduction to Creative Writing: Fiction & Poetry) course, and it was a blast! Online classes are fine, but I think being in person (at least with this and my communications 101 class, which is the other in-person course I'm taking this semester) allows me to get more out of it.
It helps matters that this course seems like a very fun one - the teacher is very fun, with a great sense of humor, and the students are all pretty cool, too.
But what's really surprising to me is that in both classes (I've attended 3 now, two of the Comm. and then the one English tonight) I've spoken up, like a lot. And that just doesn't seem like ME, ya know? I'm not one to draw attention to myself, but, evidently, I enjoy having a little bit of a spotlight on me. Who knew?
Tonight's class had me sharing all sorts of stuff - I related the "bomb/bong" story, I sang the turtle-peep song, and I gave my Patypical interpretations of some poems. And people loved it all! Oh, and I had to write some doggerel (bad poetry), which I also shared, and because it is internet related, and because we all love bad poetry, I'm going to share with you all now:
So-social media
I posted my love on the book of Face
I posted my love all over the place
I was looking for likes
and thumbs up and views
I was looking for love
from you.
My heart is a-Twitter whenever I tweet
someday I hope we will meet
I follow your instagram and I send you email
why does my love for you always fail?
It helps matters that this course seems like a very fun one - the teacher is very fun, with a great sense of humor, and the students are all pretty cool, too.
But what's really surprising to me is that in both classes (I've attended 3 now, two of the Comm. and then the one English tonight) I've spoken up, like a lot. And that just doesn't seem like ME, ya know? I'm not one to draw attention to myself, but, evidently, I enjoy having a little bit of a spotlight on me. Who knew?
Tonight's class had me sharing all sorts of stuff - I related the "bomb/bong" story, I sang the turtle-peep song, and I gave my Patypical interpretations of some poems. And people loved it all! Oh, and I had to write some doggerel (bad poetry), which I also shared, and because it is internet related, and because we all love bad poetry, I'm going to share with you all now:
So-social media
I posted my love on the book of Face
I posted my love all over the place
I was looking for likes
and thumbs up and views
I was looking for love
from you.
My heart is a-Twitter whenever I tweet
someday I hope we will meet
I follow your instagram and I send you email
why does my love for you always fail?
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