Unpacking vs. Reading
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eredienSo, I'm at the library. I have 6 back issues of PC Magazine (my parents have tentatively suggested leaving my computer at home for them (this is a sign of the apocalypse)and me getting a new computer, so I must do my research), vol. 60 of Transmetropolitian (I still can't find issue 59, so I gave in to entropy and temptation and ordered collected volume 9 too. From my independent comic book store.), Bujold's The Curse of Chalion, and Carey's Kushiel's Dart. Also put The Miocene Arrow on hold--that's the second in the series of novels that begins with Souls in the Great Machine (how are you liking that, Rush-That-Speaks? Have you started reading it yet?) and features dueling librarians.
This is a lot of reading. I am happy. I can read novels again.
Also, the characters from the stairwyck story have been rambling on in my head loudly for the past half-day, insisting that more of their story be written, and insisting that "rooves" is the correct plural of "roof", no matter the OED's proclivities. This is good.
I dropped my diploma off to be framed and mounted at a place that promised they'd be "obsessive" about not losing it.
And got drawing pen refills after looking for them for two years.
Shrek 2 is marvelous, just as good as the original. I love Pixar. They've wanted to make me go to the movies again. And my dad says he'll take me to the new King Arthur movie.
There are two bad things. One is merely sad, and one is downright annoying.
1.) My sister apparently has carpral tunnel syndrome or some other form of RSI (she didn't know the word exactly in German). I wish I would have been there because I would have recognized it and helped her. Advice? I don't know how she got it, because she certainly can't have been doing too much typing for school. I am also a little worried about her because she is stubborn and got this before even going into college. It'll flare up next year, I just know it.
2.) My parents want me to get a job here for maybe 1-2 years. I told them, "I don't want to work in this area." They agreed with that, but then told me that I had no source of income (like I didn't know that!) and implied they were worried that I'd "slough off" [sic]. I don't think I got through four years of BMC by slacking off, thank you. I also tried to tell them, "wouldn't it be a better use of my time to search for jobs in the area where I want to live?" They brought up the "but it'll only be a short-term thing, honey" excuse again.
So, in effect, they heard, but didn't listen, as they always do. I was enjoying being home until a half-day ago.
*little rays of annoyance shooting out at parents*
As I see it I have two choices:
I can tell them, "well, gee, I have friends who'll spot me rent and I really only planned to be here for two or three months anyway so go away and I'm going to look for jobs in Boston only--thanks?"
I can tell them nothing about the previous and then only search for jobs in Boston anyway and then just tell them when I find one and leave a week or so later.
The drawbacks to position two: if I don't get a job offer, I'm screwed when they find out I wasn't looking in the area and really do start to need money.
The drawback to position one: oh, that will be a nice little fight immediately; I can see it now.
Note that none of these choices actually involve getting a job in this area for a year or two. Some of their advice is good. This particular piece isn't.
Off to actually eat the lunch that has been sitting in my car for an hour, and go to the bank and clean the hallway and start my awful unpacking.
Oh, a music video idea: the two Kill Bill movies. Sheryl Crow's "The First Cut is the Deepest."
Sorry.
Tomorrow is a memorial service/family party for my grandfather, who died about a year ago. Oddly, I'm kind of looking forward to that.
This is a lot of reading. I am happy. I can read novels again.
Also, the characters from the stairwyck story have been rambling on in my head loudly for the past half-day, insisting that more of their story be written, and insisting that "rooves" is the correct plural of "roof", no matter the OED's proclivities. This is good.
I dropped my diploma off to be framed and mounted at a place that promised they'd be "obsessive" about not losing it.
And got drawing pen refills after looking for them for two years.
Shrek 2 is marvelous, just as good as the original. I love Pixar. They've wanted to make me go to the movies again. And my dad says he'll take me to the new King Arthur movie.
There are two bad things. One is merely sad, and one is downright annoying.
1.) My sister apparently has carpral tunnel syndrome or some other form of RSI (she didn't know the word exactly in German). I wish I would have been there because I would have recognized it and helped her. Advice? I don't know how she got it, because she certainly can't have been doing too much typing for school. I am also a little worried about her because she is stubborn and got this before even going into college. It'll flare up next year, I just know it.
2.) My parents want me to get a job here for maybe 1-2 years. I told them, "I don't want to work in this area." They agreed with that, but then told me that I had no source of income (like I didn't know that!) and implied they were worried that I'd "slough off" [sic]. I don't think I got through four years of BMC by slacking off, thank you. I also tried to tell them, "wouldn't it be a better use of my time to search for jobs in the area where I want to live?" They brought up the "but it'll only be a short-term thing, honey" excuse again.
So, in effect, they heard, but didn't listen, as they always do. I was enjoying being home until a half-day ago.
*little rays of annoyance shooting out at parents*
As I see it I have two choices:
I can tell them, "well, gee, I have friends who'll spot me rent and I really only planned to be here for two or three months anyway so go away and I'm going to look for jobs in Boston only--thanks?"
I can tell them nothing about the previous and then only search for jobs in Boston anyway and then just tell them when I find one and leave a week or so later.
The drawbacks to position two: if I don't get a job offer, I'm screwed when they find out I wasn't looking in the area and really do start to need money.
The drawback to position one: oh, that will be a nice little fight immediately; I can see it now.
Note that none of these choices actually involve getting a job in this area for a year or two. Some of their advice is good. This particular piece isn't.
Off to actually eat the lunch that has been sitting in my car for an hour, and go to the bank and clean the hallway and start my awful unpacking.
Oh, a music video idea: the two Kill Bill movies. Sheryl Crow's "The First Cut is the Deepest."
Sorry.
Tomorrow is a memorial service/family party for my grandfather, who died about a year ago. Oddly, I'm kind of looking forward to that.
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21/5/04 22:01 (UTC)(Also, warning: The Miocene Arrow has a beginning that is equally as off-putting as Souls in terms of WTF? value. All will become clear in time.)
(P.S. I want your Transmet, dammit!)