Just in case you’re bored

A game I enjoy playing every year: on one of the three days before longer breaks (Spring, Thanksgiving, Winter) I hand the kids a word search called Famous Mathematicians. It’s their names. I usually do a few of them and split the classes up or sort of randomly spread them around, and this year I decided to pack everyone’s names into one 35×35 grid. There are 119 student names on that grid, and yes, some of them are backwards.

Ordinarily I don’t use anyone’s real names on the blog, but I don’t intend to provide you with a key, which means some of these names are absolutely not going to be uncovered, and I figure finding out that out of my 119 8th graders, one of them is William and another is Sarah is probably not actually any real breach of confidentiality, especially when they’re all embedded in an image and not actually in searchable text. (The “Sara” in the bottom row is an accident! I do not have a Sara.)

At any rate, I can’t come up with any way this could bite me in the ass, so if you’re really bored over the long weekend I hope you have coming, feel free to print this out and see if you can find 119 human-sounding names in there. If I come up with a way this could cause me trouble, I’ll throw the post behind a password, but I don’t think it’s too likely.

(My bank password’s in there too, just for the hell of it.)

(That’s not true.)

(… or is it?)

Which sin is that again?

tumblr_n1je58xqVI1s8s934o1_500.jpgOkay.

The boy’s at school, for the first time in two weeks.  My wife is in Boston.  I actually have the day to myself to accomplish my own aims for the first time in a while.  I have, so far today, managed to get to the pharmacy and pick up some medication.  That’s actually bragging!  That counts as a thing!

I have at least 10,000 other things to do, though, especially when we consider that I potentially have jury duty tomorrow, and who knows how long that could last.  Trials sometimes take a long time, right?  This means that there are a number of things that I really ought to do my damnedest to get done today since who knows if I’ll be able to get them done during the day at any other point this week.

Then there’s that whole “write fiction” thing I used to do.

And I haven’t been to the pool in two weeks, because of the aforementioned boy’s Spring Break.  I maybe ought to start doing that again soon.

So naturally I’ve spent the morning glassily staring off into space, idly websurfing, and trying to talk myself out of a barnburning politics post that probably is better put off until after New York votes on the 19th.

I thought about trying to see if anyone had streamed a playthrough of Dark Souls III, which might prevent me from having to buy it and then not playing it.  That’s what has counted as ambition so far today.

Good morning, Internet.

On outerwear

Screen Shot 2016-01-14 at 9.40.35 AM.pngI have recently found myself in need of a new winter coat.  I was not aware of how particular I was on what constituted a “winter coat” until going through this process just now.  Complicating things: I need a new winter coat because, as someone who has spent most of the last several months sitting on my ass and/or battling depression, I am probably as fat as I have ever been in my life– fat enough that I am legitimately frightened to get on my scale and find out how bad it is.

So not only do I need a new coat, I need what is euphemistically called a “Big and Tall” coat.  I’ll say the same thing here that I say whenever I have to use that phrase: I have never seen a tall guy in the local fat man store.  Only motherfuckers who make me look skinny.  As someone who is currently most comfortable in XXXL shirts and 38″x29″ pants, I am one of the smallest people in that place.

My current winter coats (I have two; a nice leather coat that falls down a bit in the “warm” department and what I refer to as my Beast Coat) fit fine with a T-shirt underneath them, but they’re winter wear.  They’re supposed to be worn over layers.  If I’m wearing more than a T-shirt, my range of motion gets really constricted in the leather coat (which is cut like a sport coat) and the Beast Coat gets difficult to zip.

The Beast Coat is the type of coat where if you don’t need to be zipping it up, you probably ought not to have it on.  You may recall that the last few years have featured Polar Vortices and -50° temperatures.  Yesterday was the first subzero day of the year, but there will be more.

I actually ended up ordering my coat– that’s it, up there, although mine’s black– from Amazon, which may or may not have been a wise decision but will keep me from having to leave the house.  I learned some things along the way.  Here are some important facts about winter coats that you should know:

  • There is no such thing as a “winter jacket.”  Jackets are worn during fall and spring.  If you can describe something as a “winter jacket,” it’s not really winter.  I don’t care if it’s January and the northern hemisphere.  It ain’t winter.  The jury is still out on the phrase “heavy-duty jacket;” I picture such a garment as something to be worn on a shit-ass driving rainstorm sort of day, but not when it’s thirty below.
  • Again, winter clothing is supposed to be worn layered.  So an XXL winter coat needs to be a winter coat that fits an XXL torso wearing an XXL t-shirt and probably an XXL hoodie or sweater, too.  In other words, they should wear big compared to what’s written on the label.  A winter coat should be able to zip and/or button (preferably both) over several layers of clothing, at least one of those layers being thick on its own.  I see reviews complaining that things are wearing larger than their size claims. Yes, Texas, they are.  They’re supposed to.
  • Reviews of winter clothing of all types should be required by law to include where the silly sumbitch doing the review lives.  The garment above claims to be “Arctic Quilt Lined” and many of the reviewers mentioned being sweaty when they took it off.  I see this as a good sign.  But if I’m buying a winter coat I want to see reviews from motherfuckers in North Dakota or Minnesota or Chicago.  I want people who know cold reviewing these things.  If you live in California I give no shits about your opinion of winterwear and I should be able to filter your nonsense out.
  • Per BunKaryudo in the comments: I also want a section for what the reviewer does for a living.  Do you work outside?  I wanna know your opinion about winter coats.  If you just need to wear the thing to get from your car to your office, hell, I can make that trip in a hoodie and be OK.
  • This is more of a specific gripe about that coat, but winter coats should have hoods.  That one actually does, but it’s a snap-on and a separate purchase.  I don’t mind so much because Carhartt’s shit is basically indestructible and I’ll get more than my money’s worth out of the thing even with the extra expense.  But it should have been included.   No one who needs something that is “Arctic Quilt Lined” doesn’t need a hood.
  • If you are asking questions like “Is it okay to wear XXX type of pants with this coat” you need to go lie down or something.  If you are actually in need of a winter coat you are not worrying about how you look in it.  You are worrying about not dying because we are in God Doesn’t Love You season.  The lady seriously wanted to know if it was okay to wear jeans with the coat.  Shut up, California.
  • Temperature ratings are really nice.  I suspect if I looked closely into it I’d find that the methodology generating them was sloppy, but “this coat is supposed to be good for thirty degrees colder than this coat” is still useful information if I’m shopping online and can’t touch the thing.  More sites should do that.

After all that, of course, the coat’s going to show up on Saturday and I’m not going to like it and want to send it back.  Nonetheless.  You have the rules now.  You may begin doing things correctly at any time.

Well, that happened

IMG_2206Today has been a singularly ridiculous day.  It started out well, with several cups of coffee from my new Prostetnic Publications mug, but I didn’t manage to get dressed and showered until nearly 4:00, having spent most of the previous four or five hours struggling profanely with Microsoft Word and trying to get the manuscript for BA Vol. 2 beaten into sufficient shape to be able to send it to my alpha readers without shame.  Once I accomplished that task and sent it off, I then broke my own rules and went right back to editing, and sent them another version of the document about an hour ago.  Part of this revision included eliminating every single semicolon in the entire book.  That took a while.

This is especially entertaining to me because the “How to Launch your New Book” post has seen a bit of a resurgence in interest in the last couple of days; I apparently got shared out by someone influential.   So, yeah, guys; follow as much of that as you see fit, because clearly don’t take my own advice.

Then, just now, it hit me that in order to send something somewhere I would have to sign a letter with my pen name’s name, rather than my own.  I have completely lost the skill of cursive handwriting other than my own name, so I needed nearly three pages of practice sheets much like the one above to get my “L. Siler” signature in a point where I didn’t feel like it looked like it was written by a two-year-old with a motor control deficiency.  I won’t tell you whether that’s one of the early sheets or a later one.  God help me if I ever really do a signing.

I have one more task to complete before I can leave this computer, so I’m going to go get to it so that I can spend at least a little time hanging out with my wife before this Sunday is completely wasted, and that one’s not a writing task, so hopefully I’ll be able to knock it out quickly.

Did you put pants on today?  How long did it take you?

Oh.  One more thing.  It’s connected to the book, but I’m not telling you how:

Azamoeg

In which I whine. A lot.

imagesI am having a quiet brain day, and am about to go out and spend money I shouldn’t have on books I don’t need.

Also, this morning, I finally figured out my theme for the A to Z Challenge, which is in April, and I don’t know why I’m thinking about anything in April already except maybe that Gene’O has crawled into my skull.  And by “figured out my theme,” what I mean is “scheduled every post and figured out all the letters, and want to work on getting those done early today instead of FINISHING THE GODDAMN BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES BOOK, which is what I ought to be doing.”

I’m so close.  I can taste the end.  I know every story beat between here and there.  Somebody else write it.  God, I hate writer’s block.

Choose your own postventure!

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(And maybe hit “reload” a few times.)

In which that’s a real thing

You may have a serious barn-burner of a movie review coming later tonight, assuming I find the time and the energy to write it; I find myself in the odd position of being impressively tired from my first day back to work (in the job I still can’t write about) and simultaneously not entirely sure what the hell I did all day.  Which is impressive and new.  This was part of my day:

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Mental note: there are files in that file.