It’s completely miserable out, dumping rain and gusting wind with a vengeance. In response, I have decided to wear floppy pants and a floppy t-shirt all day and pretend I have no reason to go out of the house. This decision has nothing to do with all my jeans being in the washing machine or dryer right now, of course. (I do need to leave the house. There’s the matter of the compost bin, and perhaps more importantly right now, a matter of finding something to help negate the effects…
reading, not writing
Ted and I went to a kendo class this morning, which was a lot of fun. Neither of us had ever done kendo (though Ted’s done a lot of other martial arts) and among other things we learned is that there are no blocks in kendo, only parries, because the swords are too expensive and precious to risk damaging. So Duncan and Connor have been manhandling their poor katanas all these years. :) Then we watched Torchwood, and Kate dropped by with muffins so we could pretend we’d gone out…
thinglets
Here we are at a quarter after nine, and I’m pushing the boundaries of wakefulness. This getting up and exercising thing knackers a person! Today, according to the Celtic calendar, is the first day of spring. Imbolc, or St. Brigid’s day, which explains why people’ve been selling St. Brigid’s crosses on the street all week. I did not know, previous to discussing this with Mom, that I knew off the top of my head that the name for the first day of spring was “Imbolc”, but when Mom said it…
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
Typing up a little blog entry, just, y’know, to get my fingers used to the idea of typing. It helps! Honest! Or maybe it gives me a false sense of productivity, ’cause words are appearing on the screen and therefore I must be working… The other night I was watching a tv show in which they were discussing minimalist homes, and the commentator said that often people with introvert tendencies like minimalist designs a lot because there’s not a lot of distracting external output. Extroverts, she said, tend to prefer…
mostly metrics
Mom harangued me into actually getting to the needed quota today, so wordcount for January 2008 is officially 41,200. Not quite in Cherie Priest’s extremely excellent 53K for the month, but well ahead of the 1K a day minimum I set myself. (In fact, for those of you keeping track at home, I’m slightly ahead of the average 1300 words a day I’d need to make the two million mark by the end of the year…a goal which I have no intention of setting.) At some point here I’m going…