words n thangs

G01Ye_s-200x150I’m exhausted.

I am sitting in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap and a highly uncharacteristic glass of wine sitting on the end table next to me.  We’re watching Season 2 of Jessica Jones, which I’ve really had trouble paying close attention to.  We’ve got like three episodes left and I’m just not feeling it right now.

I dunno; I started this post hoping if I rattled on for a while something interesting would fall out but I don’t appear to have it in me right now.  Writing in general has been much more like pulling teeth than usual lately– in fact, now that I’ve had a tooth pulled and know how simple it is I may need to come up with a new metaphor.  I’ve got another con coming up in a few weeks– I’ll be at IndyPopCon again, have I mentioned that?– and I’m hoping it’ll get the creative juices flowing again.  We’ll see, I suppose.

In the meantime, this glass of wine ain’t drinking itself.  I’m not sure who’s going to drink it because I kind of hate wine but it’s definitely not going to drink itself.

Anybody read any good books lately?  Recommend something.

A quick insight into my personality

Django Wexler, an author I was rather fond of ten minutes ago, just did this to me:

I had a long day at work today, guys.  My last customer of the night kept me at work well past closing time and didn’t buy, I want to curl up in bed with a book, and instead this damn math problem is in my head and fucking with me.

I may need to grab a note pad and oh fuck it I’ll do it on the blog.

Let’s say N is 2.  So two bits, either 1 or 2.  Roll them once.

25% of the time you get both twos.  (so 25% of the time, only one roll)

50% of the time you get one two.

25% of the time you get two ones.

SECOND ROLL

If you have one die left, you have a 50% chance of being done.

If you have both, see the above calculation.

So…

this suggests you have a pretty big chance of being done after N rolls, with diminishing returns after N.  I’m too tired to nail the numbers down, but I suspect N2 is a reasonable answer. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try to figure it out more carefully.

Assuming I can sleep, ever.

DAMMIT.

So it’s been a shit weekend

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-p…the kind where you get into a shouting match with a co-worker in front of customers that’s mostly your fault but is just enough his that you’re more likely to jump off a building than apologize, then go home early because fuck it and spend the rest of the weekend filling out job applications.  I am tired.  Tired.  Physically and emotionally fucking exhausted.

But hey, I drew a stupid little picture tonight.  So there’s that.