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domarzione Almost a month into the new semester and I am deeply regretting a few life choices. Notably my choice to take a bunch of 1-credit classes, which are not 1/3 the work, but all of the work in 1/3 time and I am swamped. Also, I might have picked a class that I am too advanced for and I am overthinking everything and paying for it.
I did manage to burp out the next chapter of Qui Habitat, which I had spent most of my break working on. It's a far more... human and personal?... chapter for John Sheppard and is a consequence of the material I added in when I did my retcon/edit last year. It's definitely a new angle from what I was writing ten years ago, that's for sure, and I'm still feeling my way out on that new branch of unknown strength. The next chapter will be a little slower because of the first paragraph.
Spring Training has sprung and my baseball team has been in the news for all the wrong reasons. Life as a Mets fan.
My hockey team is about to bid farewell to my favorite player because they can't re-sign him. One over-thinking, multi-lingual (he wants to learn Swedish for Mika!), crossword-in-ink-doing, power forward goalie-damager for sale. One day he's a curly-haired college kid parachuted in for the playoffs, the next he's about to be a UFA on the top of everyone's wishlist. Chris Kreider, fare thee well.
I read a tremendously well-written novel that I'm still pissed off about because it went nowhere, had all of the built-up-to action happen offscreen, spent significant time developing several characters who literally were just dropped and then dealt with in passing in the epilogue, and yet I read it eagerly until the end because it was fascinating right until I wanted to set it on fire. I'm just so annoyed.
This was a really interesting read in the NYTimes (worth the click) about all those bizarre brand names you see on Amazon and how this is changing e-commerce.
I've managed to lose 5+ pounds since early January doing the 'mild' version of intermittent fasting -- giving up breakfast, essentially. (On the weekends, since I don't eat lunch because I get up late, it's now one meal and my fast-break is 17:00, although this past Sunday it was 20:30.) I totally admit to thinking that the 'it's impossible to lose weight over 40' thing was baloney, but then 40 hit, I got put on SSRIs, and suddenly there was 13 pounds where there didn't used to be. And then you normalize it and up-size in clothes because it's not going anywhere and... I'm insanely grateful for the weight loss. I'm not fat, although I'd argue that I'm more small than skinny, but I'm bigger than I want to be and it was starting to play havoc with my self-esteem.
I did manage to burp out the next chapter of Qui Habitat, which I had spent most of my break working on. It's a far more... human and personal?... chapter for John Sheppard and is a consequence of the material I added in when I did my retcon/edit last year. It's definitely a new angle from what I was writing ten years ago, that's for sure, and I'm still feeling my way out on that new branch of unknown strength. The next chapter will be a little slower because of the first paragraph.
Spring Training has sprung and my baseball team has been in the news for all the wrong reasons. Life as a Mets fan.
My hockey team is about to bid farewell to my favorite player because they can't re-sign him. One over-thinking, multi-lingual (he wants to learn Swedish for Mika!), crossword-in-ink-doing, power forward goalie-damager for sale. One day he's a curly-haired college kid parachuted in for the playoffs, the next he's about to be a UFA on the top of everyone's wishlist. Chris Kreider, fare thee well.
I read a tremendously well-written novel that I'm still pissed off about because it went nowhere, had all of the built-up-to action happen offscreen, spent significant time developing several characters who literally were just dropped and then dealt with in passing in the epilogue, and yet I read it eagerly until the end because it was fascinating right until I wanted to set it on fire. I'm just so annoyed.
This was a really interesting read in the NYTimes (worth the click) about all those bizarre brand names you see on Amazon and how this is changing e-commerce.
I've managed to lose 5+ pounds since early January doing the 'mild' version of intermittent fasting -- giving up breakfast, essentially. (On the weekends, since I don't eat lunch because I get up late, it's now one meal and my fast-break is 17:00, although this past Sunday it was 20:30.) I totally admit to thinking that the 'it's impossible to lose weight over 40' thing was baloney, but then 40 hit, I got put on SSRIs, and suddenly there was 13 pounds where there didn't used to be. And then you normalize it and up-size in clothes because it's not going anywhere and... I'm insanely grateful for the weight loss. I'm not fat, although I'd argue that I'm more small than skinny, but I'm bigger than I want to be and it was starting to play havoc with my self-esteem.
