I have 1,000,010 things to do today, and the first of them is to deal with this
Does it count as progress if I’ve applied for a job at a place where I know some people and those people have repeatedly talked me up to the boss as someone who would 1) be exceptional for the position they’re looking for and 2) fit in well with the mix of other personalities at the office, but that due to the vagaries of the hiring process there is virtually no way I might be able to start work before mid-March even assuming that the people responsible for hiring me actually decide that they want to do that? Because I feel like that’s sort of progress, but then I look at these couple of projects I have going on around here and think well, no reason to work on THAT today, it’s not like I’m going to run out of time to do it.
I have, effectively, been out of work since October, and officially been out of work for just over a month, and I am heartily fucking tired of it, people.
(Listening to Pandora while typing whiny blog post; discovers that See You Again is a Wiz Khalifa song; temporarily does not understand how universe works.)
Anyway. I should go buy some pączki or something to cheer myself up, but it’s cold and snowy outside and instead I’ll stare at that a in pączki and be really aggravated that the diacritical marks are screwing up the size of the letter so badly. I’ve been really boring around here lately, and I need to either just take the plunge and go all-politics all-the-time until after the election or find something else other than, say, my life to discuss.
I mean, hell, Michigan’s Senate just passed a bill making blowjobs illegal. No, really. That’s not a joke. Twelve years ago, that would have been good for a week of profane sarcasm, or at least some decent mockery. And here I’ve just only now mentioned it.
The boy’s getting in trouble at lot at school lately, and that’s its own big thing that I’m not sure what to do about. I’m used to working with older kids, obviously, and I don’t quite know what to do to rein in a preschooler when I’m not around him. I got a hint from one of his teachers this morning that the problems are worse than I’d initially been led to believe, which also isn’t helping, because I’ve been interpreting “no email home” to mean “no problems,” and apparently that just means “problems, but not enough that I’m writing home about them.” Which means I’ve been praising my son for doing good jobs on days when he wasn’t. So, great: I’ve literally been reinforcing bad behavior. That’s … awesome.
(Brief moment to be glad I’m not teaching any longer.)
(Then this next paragraph, immediately afterwards.)
Maybe I’ll just start homeschooling. With the money we’d get back from tuition it might actually be worth it. Ugh. There’s also the ugly possibility that we may have started him a year too early; he’s the youngest kid in his class, and while he appears to be up to snuff with everyone else academically no one would have blinked had we decided to take another year before we put him into school. (His best friend, in fact, is two weeks older than him, and not in preschool yet.)
So, yeah. Obviously my head’s all over the goddamn place right now.
Benevolence Archives, Vol. 1 got a nice write-up over at Daniel Howard’s Writing Blog. He has his criticisms here and there but they’re the type where I nod and go “Yeah, that’s fair” when I see them, and overall I feel like it’s pretty glowing. Check the review out, and then check the book out at Amazon (just 99 cents!) if you haven’t already.
I’m minutes away from doing my own nominations for the 2016 Hugo awards, so let me briefly remind everyone who can vote that Warrior Jayashree and the Young is eligible for Best Short Story. Your consideration is greatly appreciated.
If we were having coffee, I’d brag for a bit about my insane performance at trivia night last night. I am smart and know a lot of stuff, but success at a trivia competition tends to be at least partially a function of the luck of the draw, because the categories are so critical to how you do. I’ve only done these three times, but the previous two I wasn’t terribly useful because the categories were all in my bad spots. This trivia night? Ten categories, four of which were “David Bowie,” “Star Wars,” “Movie Quotes,” and “The 1990s.”
I kicked every bit of the ass, is what I’m saying. We were tied for first place, only missing one question out of the first 70, until the “Super Bowl” round happened, and our one sports guy had virtually no backup. Then there was the “Indiana History” round, where we missed a couple of questions we shouldn’t have because of team miscommunication, and we ended up in 4th place out of about 50 teams. So, still, not bad, but we literally missed seven of our eight questions in two rounds.
Also badass: the tiebreaker is predicting how many points your team will get right. I campaigned hard for 92 at the beginning and lost. Our final score? 92.
Other than that, I refer you to this post from 2014, because the experience was basically identical, right down to hearing someone call for Ray Lee Ray and looking around and having the incredibly rare and insanely problematic thought my god I’m the only black person in the room float through my head.
I am not a black person, obviously, and I should never be thinking such things. However, I suspect that were things like Trivia Night graded on a curve, I would be Yaphet Kotto. Because holy shit are these things white.
The cheesecake went over quite well, by the way.
Speaking of sports: I understand that the Super Bowl is today, and it’s entirely possible that if we were having coffee that subject might come up. I did not watch the Super Bowl last year, and as a result I missed seeing Missy Elliott live. This year, Beyoncé is performing, and the rumor is she’ll be performing the single she dropped yesterday. I will not be repeating that mistake. Let’s take a moment:
(Will that work? I dunno. It doesn’t appear to be available for embedding on YouTube.)
(Holy shit! It looks like it worked!)
At any rate, prior to going to the trivia night I’d been listening to and watching that over and over again, and if there’s any chance that that song is getting performed live at the Super Bowl I’m ferdamnsure gonna be watching.
The fact that I’d been watching that over and over again– and, more importantly, watching the reaction to it on Twitter– might also have had something to do with the cultural whiplash upon arriving at the Snow Folk Palace later that evening, by the way.
So, yeah. Are you having people over for the sportsenation? Tell me what you’re cooking.