alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
28 September 2012 @ 02:38 pm
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alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
30 November 2009 @ 04:45 pm
Is it necessarily bad to encourage [info]angelofthenlght to go ahead and get an engagement ring at a massive discount online, rather than buying a pretty-but-holy-god-expensive rock at retail value? Does that seem less romantic, or simply pragmatic and look we can have more money for food and paying the electric bill now!

I am torn on this issue. Help me, obi wan kenobi livejournal, you're… well, a good source of advice generally.

edit: Best idea yet, he's going to go carve me a necklace a la the Water Tribe. Problem solved.
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
30 November 2009 @ 12:40 pm
Dear My Life,

Why are you such a disorganized mess? Why are all my bills on the floor somewhere and all these random papers in the place set aside for bills? Why is my fridge full of leftovers from weeks ago and the only edible food in the house is Hot Pockets, cereal bars, and coffee? Why is the kitchen table so covered in random things that I eat all my meals on the couch?

But mmmm, at least Lean Pockets are tasty~.

I am assigning several tasks to myself this week since I have somewhat less work than I've been accustomed to. They include getting my goddamn life in order and making the house look less like it was recently hit by a tornado. I did the dishes and kind of cleaned the counter, and I am going to take my sewing dummy upstairs before heading off to Work: The Second Portion this afternoon. (I have a lot of non-sequential days this week, too, where I work for an hour or two, have an hour or two break, work for another hour or two; I cannot decide if I like or dislike this on the whole.)
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
05 November 2009 @ 11:56 am
As usual, it so happens that I haven't posted in this journal in a week [weeks? I can't keep track].

So what's happening in my life? Well, I continue to work two jobs, too many shifts at the restaurant and completely random shifts teaching. [Like today; 8-10:30 and 1-6. Yesterday, 8:30--10:30 and 4-6. I'm okay with long breaks, but it's been a bit annoying to figure out what to do with myself for those 2 1/2 and 4 1/2 hour gaps; 2.5 hours is not quite long enough to drive home and feel that its worthwhile so, I go sit in Cosi or Panera with my laptop, as I am doing now.]

Restaurant shifts are really wearing me down, though; I can't deal with working 4 or 6 hours at LBLP and then heading over to the Mediterranean Grill for another five or six hours of being on my feet. But I feel way too guilty to quit right now, because most of the new hires aren't responsible/trained enough to actually take over my position. So I'm going to be two-jobbing it until Christmas, at least. [The other issue is that I don't know if I'll end up suddenly not teaching for three weeks sometime in the near or far future, and if I do, and I'm not at the Grill anymore? I'll be in serious trouble, financially speaking.]

I'm looking at Graduate School applications and trying to figure out how to get up the courage to ask old professors for reccomendations. Right now, I'm considering the Villanova MA program, because I don't need to have everything in until either March or July, which gives plenty of time. Right?

In fun news: we got Dragon Age: Origins yesterday and it's stunning. I love the characters, I love the story, the engine and graphics are beautiful, the gameplay is fairly enjoyable and the voice acting is an absolute delight. [If you play the Mage origin, whatever you do, don't miss the Sloth Demon. Or look him up on YouTube. He's Treebeard Meets Winnie the Pooh Meets ... A Demon. And he's my favorite thing ever.] The menu and spell/skill use is much more seamless than other Western RPGs I've played [Oblivion, KOTOR], and the dialogue is snappy and funny, especially whenever Alistair or Morrigan are on screen. Elves are, for once, not way better than you but kind of a bit worse than you, and your servants or pissed off at you. The cutscenes are gorgeously cinematic, and in my opinion the game hits a good balance of watch vs play. And, Justin's favorite thing, it really kind of plays like roleplaying; in addition to choosing your character's appearance and origin, and making their dialogue choices to shape 'the person you're playing', you also get to choose one of six [six? seven?] "personality voices", that control not only their voice, but their general in-combat dialogue. Examples include "cocky", "wise", or "experienced". The "cocky" voice is hilarious.

Complaints include: on the XBox360 version the camera is kind of clunky; my mage looks like an idiot whenever she runs somewhere; once you become a Grey Warden there's a vibrate function that randomly shows up and I have absolutely no idea what it even is; there isn't even the most vague pretense of a tutorial, at least in the Mage origin. [That's actually mostly a good thing, but I was left mashing buttons and asking "okay how do I use magic? okay, how to I attack?! okay, how do I not die?!" and only figured out the Herbalism ability after about 5 hours of gameplay.]
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
06 October 2009 @ 12:30 pm
We're not sure exactly when vampires stopped being horrific and became vehicles for adolescent angst, but we suspect roleplayers might have to own up to some of the blame.

-- Darths and Droids #319 Commentary


This. Just saying. This.

And if you aren't reading Darths and Droids, and you enjoy Star Wars but think that Lucas must have come down with a profound case of the stupid while working on the prequels, and have either played D&D or another equivalent tabletop game, or hung out around tabletop players for more than five minutes, you are missing a brilliant, brilliant experience. Go read it. Start from the beginning. Learn why the phrase "Jar Jar, you're a genius!" was first uttered in our universe.
 
 
feeling: ecstatic
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
29 September 2009 @ 02:15 pm
I just got the sourcebook for Geist: The Sin Eaters, the newest installment in New World of Darkess—the one about ghosts, by the way, if sort of peripherally—and I was in paroxysms of geek-crossover glee when I read the "read/watch this for inspiration to play Geist" and saw that one of their two selected video games to play was Persona 3.

It does, of course, fit rather well, since Geist is about people who die and are brought back to life by a half-ghost half-concept that bonds to their soul and gives them supernatural powers. Sound a bit familiar, conceptually? (Especially to P3's Evoker concept: destroy the ego to draw on the power of the persona & etc.)

When I found out that the word Tartarus is also used in the setting, I just decided that someone down at White Wolf central has been playing Atlus games.
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
28 September 2009 @ 01:43 pm
I am actually really beginning to believe that Arkham Asylum is the best superhero game of all time.

Evidence:

1: Justin has now played through it three times and it doesn't look like he's ready to stop any time soon. And, somehow, I am still enjoying watching. To be clear, I usually don't like to watch any game that is not a J-RPG (even, that is not a J-RPG from the last ten years or so: I enjoyed watching Final Fantasy X, but not anything before that, really. (It's the voices, I won't lie.) And yet I love watching him play AA.

2: The sheer number of comic-reference throw-in content involved. Justin has to explain most of them to me, after all, since I don't read a lot of western comics, but it's pretty much awesome.

3: How many times Justin randomly declares, "I'm Batman and I can breathe in space!"

... okay, that's not really AA's fault but Batman memes are wonderful anywhere, anytime.

4: Mark Hamill. 'nuff said.
 
 
feeling: amused
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
27 September 2009 @ 09:32 pm
So, my weekend off turned into a weekend on the couch with a nasty and inexplicable cold (allergy attack? TheSwineFlu? Who knows?). I felt like a trainwreck on Saturday. Luckily, today was a lot better, although at the end of the weekend I realize that all I have really done, all weekend, is sat online writing for roleplaying, play video games, watch an awful lot of Scrubs, and read about two chapters of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

Coincidentally, I'm liking it a lot more than I thought I would: people have been reccommending this book to me for a year or two now and I have resisted, being under the msiguided impression that it was Serious Novel Fiction. And, oh no! So far it has been largely concerned with Alternate History Europe, Magic, and the Tender Loving Mocking of Academia. All three of these are Relevant To My Interests, and so, it has been a delight. It also has a Knowledgeable Victorian Narrator—and if you're going to have a narrator, that's the best kind to have. I'll deliver more updates as I slowly progress through the novel. (Another glowing recommending note? Footnotes. Novel, you had me at superscript 1.)

Last weekend's roleplaying game was really quite fun! All things considered. ("All things" being: it was ridiculously cold at the campground, we had rather poor lighting, Justin had to leave for most of Saturday Daytime because he suddenly had to go in to work, I wandered up to a decidedly, hilariously uncomfortable conversation about sex with a really horrid anti-female tinge to it but it was happening next to the open fire and the only really warm place around so I said eff it and stayed for a while and just got pissed off, and I got sand in my hair.) The roleplaying was, with only a few exceptions, delightful. The setting and scenery were great. The combat was kind of fun — at least, as my PC, it was genuinely nerve-wracking, since I'm playing a healer (literally, a GOOD!WITCH aligned with water and wind) who only carries a staff around so that she has something to grip onto in panic when people fight—and this about lines up with my OOC experience in boffer combat. I discovered that being the dedicated healer can be fun, as long as you're proactive about it: people are certainly very nice to you, IC, when they realize that you're (or, you and your "brother" are—long story) the only healers within screaming distance. With relatively few exceptions, people stayed in character all weekend and seemed to have their characters more well-thought-out than just "HAY GUYZ I'M HERE TO HIT U WIT A STICK".

In general, I look forward to going back. And I need to make a whole new costume because it'll be NOVEMBER by then.
 
 
feeling: chipper
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
18 September 2009 @ 12:32 am
I'm in schoolgirlish kid-before-Christmas glee stage at the moment; I would actually be buzzing around the house tidying things, but I'm pretty tired from Restaurant!Work. We had a really slow start to the day (meaning I helped Boss's Young Daughter with her math and science homework and then just... sat... around) followed by a rush around 7:00 and another, more annoying minirush around 8:30.

Pet Peeve, Seriously: People who come into a table-service restaurant less than 30 minutes before it closes. What's Even Worse is when they then proceed to open a bottle of wine and chat for fifteen minutes before even looking at their menus. I know I shouldn't begrudge people eating at our place, since I make all my money based on their generosity, but, sometimes it really does get to me.

But I'm thrilled because we're leaving for Seventh Kingdom tomorrow afternoon--we'll be in the woods of New Jersey all weekend, roleplaying (hopefully) and fighting with foam-padded swords (hopefully less frequently than the roleplaying.)*

Justin is still working on the comic; he's onto page two, though, because page one is done! And I'm thrilled with how it looks. I should, however, really be getting on his case to pack for the weekend. (You hearread that, baby? Start packing! We need to be packed! It's convenient when I can communicate with him without actually having to go through the effort of talking.)

* This is my concern--I've only been to one other Boffer LARP in the area (we're not counting BleachLARP, since that was Canadian and run by Cosplayers as much as by LARPers) and it was... shall we say, a less than enjoyable experience all around? Basically, I roleplay and LARP because I love playing dress-up-and-pretend. I never got over that as a child; I have an active imagination and an active fantasy life, and finding other people to play an elaborate and slightly structured game of Let's Pretend with is basically an awesome windfall. The bonus of getting to play pretend in an interesting world--like the universe of Persona 4, to cite one of my favorite online games of the moment, or a mythologically-oversaturated modern world, or Avatar: The Last Airbender, Justinified or fictionalized historical mishmash Europe with shapeshifters and fairies, or any number of other awesome settings, is also something I adore.

Unfortunately, at the last and only other Boffer game I've attended, the other players and staff dismissed the two things I love most (setting and character interaction) in favor of a mechanic entitled "crush". Crush was also a word they used more than the Governator's Conan the Barbarian, and, probably, more than important structural words like "the" and "and". And as far as I discovered, "crush" basically amounted to "winning by hitting other dudes until they run out of HP". When we (myself, [info]angelofthenlght, [info]twilsemail and [info]raion showed up) and asked about the background and culture of the race we'd chosen to play, the response (mind you, this wasn't the Beta; it was the First Official Event) was "we'll get around to writing the fluff later". We then proceeded to talk OOC about the game for a long time, sneak around the woods a bit, and then get into, basically, Capture the Flag meets a WoW Raid. Two teams (suspiciously not named Horde and Alliance, but something like "Affiliation" or "Coalition" versus "The Scourge" or something) playing capture the flag by fighting; as soon as you ran out of HP you just walked back to your base and waited to respawn. And there was... literally, no in-story or in-character information given to us as to why our characters were doing this, why they cared that they were doing this, etc etc etc.

Reports of Seventh Kingdom tell me it is not like this, but, having been burned, I remain wary.
 
 
feeling: cheerful
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
15 September 2009 @ 01:04 pm
With gorgeous Neptune/Uranus icon, to boot!

We cleaned fairly efficiently yesterday, although we didn't get around to the bathrooms. Of course. We'll get around to it. I had a jewelry-making binge of rather epic proportions, as well--much of it for LARP and for selling there, since Nate has set up something of a precedent of selling actual craft items in game, which is great--and we went out and secured more colored duct tape from WallMart.

Now, I'm getting ready for work (lies, not really! I'm more lounging on the couch not getting ready for anything) and watching the beginning of Angel, Season 3. I'm on "SUPERPOWERED MISOGYNY, THE EPISODE", otherwise known as "Billy". (I believe it's 3x02?) I'm finding the extremely over-the-top anti-female rhetoric that possessed!Wes is spouting to be really interesting, actually--since Joss Whedon is holding this up as an example for us of demonic evil. And yes, it's also (unfortunately?) fallen into the trap of "A woman in danger? From a man? GRIPPING TERROR! Audience, be terrified! Women are in danger!"

However, this episode also really makes me appreciate Cordelia. (Not that I needed help?) Also, Gunn's particular brand of wonderful.

In celebratory news, Justin's driver's license showed up in the mail today! He can drive again! Let's, like, have a freakin' party or something. He can drive himself to work! He can go to the store without walking there! He can... do stuff! On his own! I kind of want to dance and sing!
 
 
feeling: geeky
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
14 September 2009 @ 12:47 pm
While Justin throws swords around the living room.

:/

No, really, they're boffer swords, which means they're made of much-less-harmful foam and PVC, but he's definitely tossing them around indelicately, and, hey, I worked all weekend making those! And, in fact, one of the consequences of my having done craft projects all weekend is that the living room is even more of a disaster area than usual; beads, wire, almonds (don't ask) and plastic wrap and shoes are everywhere. So we're going to, hopefully, have a massive cleaning day today.

Of course, instead of cleaning, Justin is muttering about the margins for his web comic, which is adorable, but not particularly useful in the daily scheme of "cleaning".

Let's see, what else needs to happen to our home:
* Craft cleanup in the basement: there's foam, PVC, and duct tape everywhere.
* The kitchen is a bit of a disaster.
* And heaven help us, the bathrooms.
* Also, there's a plastic bag of wet towels that has been sitting in the hallway for a better part of a week (I know we're vile, we're totally un-neat) and that really needs to go /somewhere else/. If only we had a washing machine.

If cleaning gets done, I might post pictures of all of my craft initiatives from the weekend: It's mostly for Seventh Kingdom, the new boffer LARP we're trying out next weekend, but I'm satisfied with lots of the stuff I made, nonetheless. I did a lot of jewelry beading, a bit of sewing, and of course, mad duct taping.
 
 
feeling: lethargic
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
12 September 2009 @ 11:08 pm
Things of note that happened today:

* We almost got a cat. We were, like, moments away from getting a kitten. Apparently someone at Justin's Weekend Work had a cat who had kittens, and decided that the best way to get the kittens sent to good homes, and not euthanized in a pound (or, in her words, "fed to the dogs", which, man, disturbed me!) was to bring them all to work and give them away. And they were so cute that it worked perfectly! We almost adopted this tiny, seven-week-old kitten; he was a gray tabby and he liked climbing on things. Like people's shoulders. But we decided that really, our house isn't ready for a pet; we're not ready for a pet; so we let another of the employees take him instead. I'm still kind of gloomy about not having a kitten, though.

* Lots of prep for boffer LARP next weekend: I worked on some of the character jewelry (I'll post photos of the completed costume), and we ran all around town getting supplies to make boffer weapons. Justin has one of his swords almost finished--unfortunately, I think we bought the wrong size foam, so I need to go back to Home Despot to pick up another thing of pipe insulation foam. And. Nobody sells brown duct tape. (Justin accused it of not actually existing, but I found it using my Google-Fu.)

* Pirates marathon. Watching At World's End right now; in fact, my favorite scene, the Calypso/Davy Jones scene which so heavily reminds me of The Last Unicorn (all the "trapped in this body" stuff; I adore it.) In general, I love Tia Dalma's performance so profoundly.

* It was a Thai Food night, yay!
 
 
feeling: cheerful
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
06 September 2009 @ 11:07 pm
I just finished watching The Deconstruction of Falling Stars, the last episode of Babylon 5, Season 4, and I find that I have some trouble not just lying on the couch going "eeeeeee" and "ohmygod" and "oh how wonderful", varying in an occasional, profoundly delighted swoon. I am just the happiest. Happiest shipper, happiest fan of the show, happiest reader/watcher of a text--idiotically inspired, too--and fervently wishing that I'll someday be capable of telling a story that well.

In general, holyshitohmygodthatwasawesome. In a "I've forgotten where my spacebar is" kind of exciting way. I can't even accurately say why watching the Sheridan/Delenn romance brought me such unadulterated joy (I spent a good portion of some more ship-oriented episodes with my hands over my face, alternately squealing quietly or hiding my eyes, like a very small child; I was really, really, really immersed, I tell you); it's definitely up there in my list of favorite romances of all time.

(Actually, what are my favorite fictional romances? Huh. I know, I'll make a list and put it under a cut! What a good way to spend the next few minutes. ))

Justin is currently fooling around on X-Box Live, trying on silly costumes for his avatar and then not buying them because shit, do you actually have to spend real cash money on those? Or is it fake money? We can't figure it out. Although he said he was going to play Batman: Arkham Asylum some more, and, if he doesn't, I get to steal the X-Box for my own nefarious Elder Scrolls-playing purposes.
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alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
04 September 2009 @ 11:37 pm
After my initial morning doldrums, things lightened up substantially. I went by work to pick up my paycheck, and then did some shopping for home-improvement items. Like that frame for my diploma, finally. I admit, I resisted framing it for three months because I was lazy, not out of any interesting post-graduation angst. Also, it's an odd size: 12" x 16". Is this a normal diploma size? And if so, why doesn't anywhere like Target, WallMart or K-Mart (I shop at such fine establishments, I know) carry frames in that size? I had to go to Michael's Crafts to get a frame.

They're moving everything around in there, by the way. It really threw me off. The beads got totally relocated; I will have to readjust.

But I was very well-behaved and didn't buy supplies for sixty new crafting projects, or even for one; just my diploma frame, which is now mounted on my wall after some arguing and cussing on my part.

I also went to WallMart and did some accessory furniture shopping; things I've wanted to pick up but haven't been in a good place to grab. An end table for the living room, and a storage hutch for the bathroom--well, I didn't end up with a hutch, but this very neat wire shelving contraption, and it came with two matching pieces for only $30.00. And since I got them both, I got inspired to tidy up the living room a little.

Check my new furniture out, man. )

Then, I put together the hutch, and went over to the Whitmore's for dinner, and we went down to Phoenixville's First Friday for some dessert. It was extremely crowded for Phoenixville, but the atmosphere was upbeat and lively--there was a somewhat lack-luster street magician, and several bands ranging in quality from "tap your toes along" to "cringe in pain because I used to like that song". And, on a whim, I stopped by the local used book store--and boy was I delighted! It's a second-story, one room store (well, actually, one store-room and one sort of "reading room" that looks over Bridge Street and is very attractive), but the selection was excellent. Especially the old poetry books selection, which is what I dove right for, of course. I ended up getting a copy of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam, Fitzgerald-translated, a collection of Swinburne poems put together in 1950-something, and Rich's Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law and The Will To Change for less than $30.00 all told. Which is thrilling to my inner book geek. They're all old; they all smell like must and used books and some of them even have notes in the cover, which is my favorite thing.

And, they're apparently having a poetry reading later this month (Wolfgang Books is), so I'm thinking of attending.

All in all, much better evening than morning; now I am posting on livejournal and drinking tea while Justin writes roleplaying tags and watches clips from Scrubs on YouTube. (These two things are, esoterically enough, related. I'm not 100% sure how, but they are...)
 
 
feeling: good
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
04 September 2009 @ 01:05 pm
... is looking slightly bleak, now that I look at my schedule for teaching-work and see that I am scheduled for three hours in this upcoming week.

A total of three hours all week. Yikes. I guess I'll have time to clean the house and make some improvements; I won't die without the money, but it doesn't bode well (especially since the hours are on a Saturday; does this mean I'll regularly be working Saturdays? :/ I don't need every Saturday off, but I'll be needing some of them for games I'd like to go to, like Seventh Kingdom. I wonder if I should block that off? Or if I'm even allowed to.)

So, now that I have gotten used to my 6:30 wakeup schedule, I'm off it again for the next seven days, give or take; great, I'll have to readjust myself again. If I even remain at the job--I'm nervous I won't, at this point, although that might be unfounded.
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alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
So, Sunday was my first day off in two and a half weeks, and it rocked. Even though I spent a large portion of it helping [info]hunterandhunted move from her summer apartment into the BMC dorms, it was fun! I got to see friends (including one from far away, and [info]nocturnalice and [info]twilsemail, who were shopping for various sundries at Bed, Bath, and Beyond along with us). I also got to sleep and lo, it was wonderful.

Got up this morning, headed in for daytime work, knowing that my schedule might be kind of screwy, since we've got way more clinicians than students, currently. (And this was after a terrible night of sleep where I had convinced myself that I wasn't sleeping, that I didn't have work all day, and that I'd somehow exhausted my car battery.) My commute is about 35-40 minutes, depending on traffic. So, I get to work at about 7:50 to discover that I actually have the entire day off. "Woo-hoo!" I say, and "Darn, that's some gas I just burned, oh well." I turn around, head back home. Get home around 8:40, try to sleep for 20 minutes or so, and then sit down at the computer.

Just in time to get a call from work. Asking if I can come in from 10:00 to 12:00.

So, off I go again!

Seriously, I need to live closer to my place of employment, that's all.
 
 
feeling: confused
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
20 August 2009 @ 12:26 pm

I discussed this with one of my more charming students this afternoon; I mentioned I was going to CVS to get my PPD read (so that I can be certified TB free and continue to work as her teacher, as a matter of fact). And here I am, on my lunch break, sitting in the Bryn Mawr CVS waiting for the Minute Clinic to be available. Humorously, I have a sort of nasty cough, although since no blood is involved I doubt that it's tuberculosis. Somehow.

My schedule was rather cut down at work today and tomorrow, which is not a terrible thing, since I'll be working Friday night at MG, although I don't know where I'll go between the shifts; if it's enough time to go home or not, for instance. My commute is half an hour or more, after all. At the same time, I want to get to see Justin; we spend a lot less time together on the new schedule. So today is a blessing, really; we get the entire afternoon together and we might even see a movie. (G. I. Joe, for those who want to know.)

And the Clinic person really needs to show soon; I only have 35 minutes left and I'm starting to worry. Showing up late from lunch would be a problem, I think.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

 
 
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
17 August 2009 @ 06:39 pm
I'm so prone to getting woozy at the sight (or really, the concept) of blood, that it's almost funny. I went in to the CVS MinuteClinic today after work to get a TB test--I'm required to have one to work at LBLP, and it's probably a good idea all around, isn't it?--and when the very kind Minute Clinician gave me the PPD, I got so light-headed and faint that I nearly almost passed out in the saline salts aisle of the Bryn Mawr CVS. It's a problem. Granted, I'm really proud of myself that I didn't cry or scream, and only had to fight the fleeing-urge a little bit. (I have a terrible fear of shots, needles, and all associated accoutrement. This is, coincidentally, why I want to get a tattoo but probably never will. They use needles.)

I was also really gross-feeling this morning; I'm surprised I didn't vomit on the way to work, honestly. I think it was probably nerves; it was my first day actually teaching students and I was terrified nearly to death. However, I got through the day without a) crying and screaming b) fainting (except at CVS! and not even really there) or c) having anyone scream/cry at me. Ergo, it already outranks Mediterranean Grill as far as "places to work for the sensitive". Actually, as "places to work" in general thus far. (And ohmygod they actually mandate a lunch break. Compared to MedGrill and, worse, The Stepford Family Country Club River Falls, I am in heaven. Six kinds of heaven.)

And when I got home, Justin had set up the hammock on the porch, so, we have (a piece of) porch furniture! Praise various household gods of porch-furnishing! :3

And the last thing; this post on [info]english_majors is brilliant; it discusses the mandatory offering of English classes on the Bible in Texas, shortly but dispassionately and logically, and, what really makes it win, is the following observation.

Meyers also adds that teaching the Bible "would be a great thing if the teachers brought a properly skeptical attitude towards it." The problem here is that skepticism is an irrelevant criterion in a literature course: you do not come to a more sophisticated understanding of a literary text by being skeptical about its truth claims. A fruitful discussion of Hamlet in an English class does not take the form of a debate on the existence of ghosts.


I laughed, a little, grinned a little, and felt educated more than a little.
 
 
feeling: mellow
 
 
alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes
16 August 2009 @ 11:18 pm
Also, wow, it's impressive how quickly your sleep schedule adjusts when you start getting up four to six hours earlier than your usual; it's 11:20pm and I'm sleepy.

And the laundry isn't done yet, and we're still at Justin's parent's house.
 
 
feeling: sleepy