Having a fair amount of trouble getting started today, and I really need today to be productive, so have a grab-bag post.  Hopefully something in this somewhere is at least a little bit entertaining:

• This article is dumb, or at least the headline is so dumb as to render the rest of the article dumb by association.  One of the best pieces of advice I got while my wife was pregnant (not “while we were pregnant,” because we weren’t pregnant, she was) was that I should not be surprised or alarmed if it took a while to get used to the idea that the child my wife had was my child and that I was supposed to connect to it and like it more than other kids.  I’ll be honest: it took a year, and I might be being optimistic in that timeline.  While I appreciate the author recognizing that the male partners of women who have miscarriages have a right to have feelings about said miscarriage, the idea that “men have miscarriages” is ludicrous.  There’s simply no way I can be as invested in an unborn child as the woman the child is growing inside of.  Stupid.
• Does the “of” belong there?  I’ve tried it both ways and neither looks right.  Generally my strategy in this type of situation is to entirely rewrite the sentence and dodge the issue but I don’t wanna.
• Today’s edition of The World is Unfair and Stupid:  A Twitter buddy discovered this horrifying story somehow yesterday and gleefully live-Tweeted reading it; the story is, as of writing this, in the top 100,000 on Amazon, meaning the author’s sold in the neighborhood of a dozen or so copies in the last day or so.  At $2.99.  For a 12-page story.  Meanwhile, while I’m really happy about how Benevolence Archives 1 has been doing on Smashwords and Openbooks.com lately, all of my books have been dying on the shelf at Amazon.  Remember Skylights, y’all?  It’s a good book!  And it’s also $2.99 right now!  Sigh.
• I did something to my ankle last week, or maybe the week before.  Annoyingly nonspecific?  Yeah, because I have no idea what I did.  It doesn’t hurt, precisely; I just had a day where I realized going down a flight of stairs that I was in serious danger of falling every time I had my weight on my right ankle, and it hasn’t gotten better.  It only hurts sporadically and when I do certain things with it (doctor’s advice: “Well, then, don’t do those things.”) but it’s weak all the time now.  It sucks.
• My A to Z post is about Heavy D today, and as a result I’m listening to Heavy D right now.  He’s got an entire song called Don’t Curse, and I’ve always, as I said in the post, used him as an example of clean rap.  He also drops the line “happy like a faggot in jail” in one of his songs, which I had completely forgotten about until it leapt out and ambushed my ears a few minutes ago.  I suspect if he were still alive he would have rewritten that line by now.  Odd that in 1991 the word didn’t even scan to him as profanity.
• I initially wrote “faggot” as “fa**ot.”  Then rewrote it.  There are three words I try to never use; that’s one of them.  Still don’t like the idea of censoring it, apparently.
• Continuing to enjoy the hell out of Bloodborne.  The difficulty is overrated.  It’s not difficult.  It’s challenging.  Every time I die, it’s because I screwed up, and practice is consistently rewarded with progress.  I’d say the difficulty level is just about perfect, actually.

Gonna try and get some actual work done now.