So, a certain city just called to offer me a job - yayyyyyy, with the caveat that I have to remove my lip ring - booooo.
Here's the thing, it's just not feasible for me to remove it everyday, and then reinsert when I get home from work. Yeah, it sounds whiny, but the idea of not having my lip pierced anymore is really screwing with my sense of self. Weird, I know, but I have the hardest time thinking of being myself without that reminder of crazy displayed for all the world to see.
So, I am taking the job, and I am removing the lip ring, but I feel like a fake for doing it. I certainly didn't expect to get this emotional over a piercing. And that really is the oddest thing. I recognize that in the long run, it's probably best to not have a visible piercing. Hell, not having it may even lead to me finding my dream job. Maybe I can compensate with a new tattoo??
So, it's been forever since I updated here, and now that I'm done writing about marketing in nonprofits, it's time to be writing for fun again.
Lately, I've been messing with a lot of different new recipe ideas, inventing new baked goodies and such. However, often enough, I get so caught up in baking, I forget what the recipe ends up being. I'm trying to change that, and this recipe marks the first effort. In the original I added too much almond extract, but this should work much better. Enjoy
Yup, as if you haven't had enough celebrating between Festivus, Xmas, and upcoming NYE, sevenian and I are throwing a joint birthday celebration. Poor sevenian thought he's slip his under the radar, but I am just too sneaky for that and convinced him to celebrate with me.
So, Saturday, January 3rd come prepared to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol at Mortimer's - Gringo side. The fun begins at 8, and while gifts are not required, your presence is.
Questions? Leave a comment or DM me through Twitter.
...so let's make gift giving easy and fun this year.
Yup you guessed it - A White Elephant party.
The rules are simple, bring one wrapped gift under $20. Look, that's all you have to do and you've completed gift giving for all your friends. We'll draw numbers, drink, and fight for gifts. And of course, like any good Festivus celebration there will be the customary airing of the greivances and feats of strength. What could be better?
You and your gift will be expected to show up at FVR's place at 8 pm on Saturday, December 20th, and if you want to bring drinks to share, all the better. Otherwise, they'll be snacks and cookies galore. In fact, if you want your Festivus cookies, you'll need to show up there to get them, no deliveries this year.
Questions? Directions? Leave a message here, or DM me through Twitter.
So last night, I was chatting with D's stepsister. Like me, she's about to graduate. I mentioned being on track for graduating with honors, when she suddenly looked at me intently and said, "One day, it would be neat to crawl inside your head and see how your mind works." Without thinking, I replied, "I didn't have any choice." "Do you really mean that?" I thought about it for a second and realized yes. "I set a goal, there's no other option." W just stared at me like I was some kind of alien. But then I started thinking, I know FVR acts the same. And I'm pretty sure all of you do too. Cause truth be told, I just don't get people who don't think like that.
As you all probably know, I'm in the midst of my Org Theory and Behavior class. As a part of this class we have to create a case study of a former place of employment. In the course of writing the case study, I was reminded of a story that my co-worker had sent me.
There was a study done a few years ago that found a rat can swim in a pail of water for about 8 hours before it eventually exhausts itself and drowns.The study was repeated but just before the rat gave in it was removed from the pail for an hour and allowed to dry off.It was then put back into the pail of water where it was able to stay alive for up to 24 hours--three times the original time. Why? It had a sense of hope. That if it held on for just a little longer, it would be saved from the pail again.Think about that next time your manager offers you a piece of candy or lets you go home 15 minutes early.
I've been reading Chasm City by Alastair Reynolds, and I cannot say enough good things about it. Reyolds was the guest of honor at last year's MiniCon, so I picked up his first book, Revelation Space. Then in a stroke of luck, ran across this one at a used book store, though for the life of me I can't figure out why anyone would want to get rid of this book. Reynolds sci-fi is intricately written, and this one reminds a bit of Cryptonomicon. The only subject matter in common is the underlying thread of war, but the style is similar, and like Stephenson, impossible to put down.