Hum.

I may revamp this journal and make it more about posting random stories that happen to me in what I do, rather than a periodic "well here's what happened in my life the past six months, that should tide you over until my next update six months down the road."  Chances are these stories will not interest all of you.  Hell, they will probably bore most of you to death, as they are likely to deal with stuff that you have no interest in, such as my job, video games, or the people I actually interact with down here.

But you know what?  That's okay.  Because it's my journal/blog/webspace/whatever, and I can do what I want with it.

Changes are coming soon.  Good night!

P.S. Holy shit, gotta get to bed.  New job starts at 7:45am.

Dungeons & Discourse

Advanced Dungeons & Discourse

If this were a real game, it would be interesting to play with a good DM.

Doctor Who is awesome. At the moment, I specifically refer to David Tennant's version of the Doctor. A most excellent program... I must have more!

"Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food."
~ Austin O'Malley
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Nostalgia is keeping me awake. And for the oddest thing, too.

There's a unique feeling in grade school that comes with the beginning of each new school year. It begins a week or so before classes begin, when all the Back to School sales hit the stores. Part of it lies in expectation--looking forward to seeing old friends after the summer, even to sitting in classes and learning new material.

I remember always savoring the newness of school supplies. A pencil bought in January or February was just any old writing implement, but a pencil bought in the first few days of September... now that was special. Rather than spending the night before the first day of school picking out my outfit (since it didn't really matter what I wore, although I almost always had new clothes for the new year), I'd open all my new supplies and organize them. I really enjoyed spending that half an hour deciding where in my new pencil case all my new tools would go, or which folders and notebooks I'd assign to which subjects. The feeling was delicious.

In college, that changed. Having to buy all your own textbooks in addition to pens and pencils and a backpack sort of took the fun out of it. It was still fun, but it wasn't the same. Even organizing a dorm room didn't engender the same feeling. I miss it.

...next time I apply for a job, remind me to list my "Dishroom Worker" experience as "Consumption Utensil Cleaning Specialist." Thanks, lowpowervampire!

"News is what somebody somewhere wants to suppress; all the rest is advertising."
~ Lord Northcliffe
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Well, I've moved again.

I got really tired of Massachusetts, so Otung and I moved down to Florida. I have two jobs here, neither of which gives me a fixed work-schedule, and I'm balancing things so that they don't interfere with one another (e.g. I'm not signing up for two overlapping shifts). At any rate, things have been relatively okay down here.

I've been in touch with people back in Massachusetts, mostly my friend from work whom I will call Braids (for her fantastic intricately braided hairdos). She's kept me up on some interesting ( gossip. )

One of my new jobs is at a temp agency, where they have me doing some nice, boring, administrative assistant/clerical type jobs. Filing, data entry, that sort of thing. It's lovely. The other job is a per diem staff at another residential program. This one is not nonprofit (yet they still get away with paying their staff only ten bucks an hour) and they are more selective of their clientele. Mostly I work overnights over there. They do some things in interesting ways... but I won't write about that here. I like the overnights. Most of my overnight shifts have been at the adult facility, which is really nice, and the staff who work at the adult place have been very clear with me about my expected duties. Nice and professional, that.

Most of the rest of the time, I stay around the house. I need to get in touch with my friend from orientation at the residential place, so we can do stuff together. Oh, and we sometimes hang out with Otung's grandparents, who are really awesome people. Haha, they took us to see Brüno the other weekend, since they'd liked Borat so much. Needless to say, it wasn't what they were expecting and they were terribly embarrassed. It made for kind of a funny situation. Also, we spent the fourth of July with them. I got to play with some fireworks (the relatively harmless kind anyway) and their neighbors set off some bigger ones down by a pond. Closest I've ever been to a fireworks show.

Now I'm off to clean the ferret cage and watch Coraline.

P.S. Please comment if you read this, and tell me how you're doing?

"Qwertial aphasia" will be my new excuse for using the wrong word while typing.

http://www.xkcd.com/604/