Thursday rambles
Apr. 1st, 2004 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellenmillionDay off = productive. But I forgot to pick up the coloring books on my way into town this morning. Doh. Gotta pick them up on my way home.
Got roped into being back-up babysitter for Becca. Jim's supposed to pick them up at 5:30, but he's habitually 45 minutes late and Becca has to be at conferences at 6 or something. So I've agreed to be there when he doesn't show. I'm gunna be really, really steamed if he's late. He was an hour and 45 minutes late last time I agreed to this. I really must learn not to agree to cover for his lameness.
Mom and dad are in town, did I mention? It's been nice to catch up. Mom's health is not good right now, she has a clot in her leg. They're talking about hospitalization with an IV, or self-administered stomach shots, and not letting her travel, either way. They were supposed to leave again on Sunday, so we'll see if that happens. *worries*
I have the prints article coming out in Epitome, supposedly today, and I have my usual I-didn't-do-enough-research-and-I'm-going-to-look-DUMB-and-it's-probably-choppy-and-sucks-and-omg-I-gotta-breath routine, compounded by the bandwidth article I turned in which I also know just a smattering about and maybe I made too many assumptions about what other people consider polite...
In other news, there is one thing that really fries me: requesting critiques and then invalidating, belittling or scoffing at said critiques. I have still never quite forgiven that wannabe writer dweeb on Woodchat who asked for technical research (too lazy to do it himself) and then made sweeping statements about how science was bunk and none of the numbers (that I'd spent some time compiling into non-technical terms) really meant anything anyway. And I forgive everything. I must keep myself away from the 'I say I want help but I really want you to tell me how good everything is and how mean the moderators are' boards. I will NOT let the PA lookit board become that, ever, and I'm so terribly glad that Jennie is there to give good ripping, thorough mark-overs.
I just made an impulse buy. :) Janny Wurtz's new book, personalized and hardcover. She's a beautiful painter, but I've never read anything by her. I'm too curious for my own good, and I do love having personalized books. My signed copy of Beauty, sadly tattered cover and all, is my pride and joy. I am still sad that I didn't get to have lunch with Robin McKinley like I was supposed to. And I was about 11 at the time... talk about crushed.
Alright, horoscopes are due today, so I gotta go tell everyone what's going to happen to them when they die.
Got roped into being back-up babysitter for Becca. Jim's supposed to pick them up at 5:30, but he's habitually 45 minutes late and Becca has to be at conferences at 6 or something. So I've agreed to be there when he doesn't show. I'm gunna be really, really steamed if he's late. He was an hour and 45 minutes late last time I agreed to this. I really must learn not to agree to cover for his lameness.
Mom and dad are in town, did I mention? It's been nice to catch up. Mom's health is not good right now, she has a clot in her leg. They're talking about hospitalization with an IV, or self-administered stomach shots, and not letting her travel, either way. They were supposed to leave again on Sunday, so we'll see if that happens. *worries*
I have the prints article coming out in Epitome, supposedly today, and I have my usual I-didn't-do-enough-research-and-I'm-going-to-look-DUMB-and-it's-probably-choppy-and-sucks-and-omg-I-gotta-breath routine, compounded by the bandwidth article I turned in which I also know just a smattering about and maybe I made too many assumptions about what other people consider polite...
In other news, there is one thing that really fries me: requesting critiques and then invalidating, belittling or scoffing at said critiques. I have still never quite forgiven that wannabe writer dweeb on Woodchat who asked for technical research (too lazy to do it himself) and then made sweeping statements about how science was bunk and none of the numbers (that I'd spent some time compiling into non-technical terms) really meant anything anyway. And I forgive everything. I must keep myself away from the 'I say I want help but I really want you to tell me how good everything is and how mean the moderators are' boards. I will NOT let the PA lookit board become that, ever, and I'm so terribly glad that Jennie is there to give good ripping, thorough mark-overs.
I just made an impulse buy. :) Janny Wurtz's new book, personalized and hardcover. She's a beautiful painter, but I've never read anything by her. I'm too curious for my own good, and I do love having personalized books. My signed copy of Beauty, sadly tattered cover and all, is my pride and joy. I am still sad that I didn't get to have lunch with Robin McKinley like I was supposed to. And I was about 11 at the time... talk about crushed.
Alright, horoscopes are due today, so I gotta go tell everyone what's going to happen to them when they die.
