If we were having coffee, I’d probably be talking about books. I’m thisclose to being finished with the Neal Stephenson book I’ve been pounding away at for what seems like forever but is probably only about a week and a half (checks Goodreads; two weeks on the nose) and once I have it finished I have books by damn near every favorite author I have sitting on the shelf waiting for me. Seriously, check the list: Salman Rushdie, Chuck Wendig, Matt Wallace, Cherie Priest, Seanan McGuire, Tana French, Stephen King, and that’s just the ones I can remember. Plus a couple of books by new authors I’m excited about and some intriguing nonfiction.
My unread shelf may be a little bigger than usual right now.
Seveneves is definitely getting a review in this space, because it’s fantastic and broken in a very interesting way, and I’d probably dance around it without actually spoiling anything because that’s what the review’s for.
I might mention that Fallout 4 comes out this week, and that buying Fallout 4 may well represent the last money I’m allowed to spend on myself in 2015, because as of yesterday I’m on medical leave until January of 2016. Yep, the rest of the semester.
That, uh, might halt the talk about geekery and books and video games. But it means that the Skylights sequel is sure as hell gonna come out on time, because WTF else am I going to have to do with myself? I don’t know how to be on medical leave. I don’t know how to behave, especially since I tend to report damn near every life activity on this here blog and I’m kinda paranoid that somebody’s gonna be all hey did you hear he did this while he was on medical leave is he allowed to do that???
Mental illness is a bitch, y’all, even the kind I have, where I kinda feel like I’m overstating the case by even calling it mental illness, but apparently I’m mentally ill enough that both my family doctor and my therapist signed paperwork stating that I can’t go back to work until we figure the panic attacks and anxiety disorder out, which they expect to take until the middle of January. And yet 90% of the time, I’m fine. It’s just that that other ten percent is fucking awful and rather annoyingly difficult to predict, and it tends to interfere with my ability to reliably teach children.
But yeah. Enough of that; I’m tired of talking about my brain on here. Let’s talk about how Sanctum of the Sphere is free today and how everyone who hasn’t yet should download it. Let’s talk about Dark Souls 2, which I have to somehow put to bed before I start playing Fallout (yeah, right) and how seeing a video about a little game called CounterSpy on Penny Arcade got me to buy it and I’m having more fun playing it than I did Metal Gear Solid V.
Let’s talk about how I keep adding new comic books, and how I’m gonna have to pare that down what with the loss of income, but holy crap guys are comic books good right now.
Anything but my stupid brain. I’m tired of that. And as it turns out, I have plenty of free time for other stuff now.