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Apr. 2nd, 2015 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOkay, judging by the fallout just on Twitter, I'm rather glad I've had my head under a pile of work for the last few days with regard to this Daily Show and now Patton Oswalt kerfuffle. I have no idea what happened apart from a comedian tweeted a number of stupid, hurtful things that he may or may not have grown and changed for the better from a while back? And said comedian is now going to host the Daily Show where at least he won't write his own material, which is not to say he won't have to occasionally ad lib. And somehow Patton Oswalt is involved.
... the part that's lodging itself most in my head about this is, 1/53? Did he actually type that rant up, break it up into twitter chunks and COUNT how many tweets he would need? Seriously? That's way more effort than I would have put into it.
I did sadly discover that no, the Khan Academy notes and the edX physics notes are not compatible in the long term, mostly because the edX physics notes were much more algebra heavy and less concept heavy, and there's no good way for me to integrate them in any kind of orderly fashion. And it has to be an orderly fashion otherwise my brain goes nuts trying to make sense of the data. So, cutting those pages out of the notebook and starting fresh it is. Not that that's a hardship, just where do I find the time.
She said, while eyeballing the chemistry lessons and pondering starting that up. Heh. At least there's no deadline here. At any rate, more notebooks. The frugal, careful courtesan in me is suggesting ways to pretty up my cheap composition books in which I'm taking my notes. The shiny fucking magpie is going get all new notebooks if you're going to start fresh, you deserve it. I think what I really need is spangly blue contact paper, in the end. Because I'm a ravenclaw, I demand blue for my schoolwork.
I will treat myself to maybe a new set of pens, though. The boyfriend keeps stealing mine.
Wednesday Reads
I still haven't finished or even much gone back to The Anteater of Death, which is sad because I think it'd be a quick read once I do. But first I have a pack of library books to get through. This weekend was more home improvement than library books, though. Also crawling my way through a new laptop and a pile of sleep deprivation for no apparent reason. But I did finally finish Shadow Gate by Kate Elliott, yes, still working my way through her back catalog, and all I can say is NOOOOOOOO YOU KILLED [REDACTED] YOU HEARTLESS WENCH. I liked that snarky fucker. Poop.
Project Paint the Bedroom is not going nearly as fast as anyone had hoped, mostly because the paint over wallpaper over god knows what is slow as fuck to peel off. Unlike in the craft room and the downstairs where it was coming off in strips. And after that comes the sanding and the replastering and then we can paint, and we only really have time to do it on the weekends and ugh. So much ugh. Alternate weekends, mind, because the boy works nights. Oh well. Once we get it done, it'll be done, and then we can put color up and forget about it for the next twenty years or however long it took Mom to repaint my bedroom. Though that was probably because I'd painted it black-with-skeletons, red, and white-with-multiple-graffiti. I'm not even kidding, she let me write all over the walls, and at one point I distinctly remember because I had Christmas lights permanently strung on my room, we had one graffito with an arrow pointing to one of the light bulbs and the words "that light is a sub-standard marine." No, I do not know. No, we were not drunk. Just very, very punchy.
Anyway. And writing continues apace, and so does editing really, but this week's word count is 8,969. So, damn. Thank you, Camp Nanowrimo? Now I just have to keep up that pace.
... the part that's lodging itself most in my head about this is, 1/53? Did he actually type that rant up, break it up into twitter chunks and COUNT how many tweets he would need? Seriously? That's way more effort than I would have put into it.
I did sadly discover that no, the Khan Academy notes and the edX physics notes are not compatible in the long term, mostly because the edX physics notes were much more algebra heavy and less concept heavy, and there's no good way for me to integrate them in any kind of orderly fashion. And it has to be an orderly fashion otherwise my brain goes nuts trying to make sense of the data. So, cutting those pages out of the notebook and starting fresh it is. Not that that's a hardship, just where do I find the time.
She said, while eyeballing the chemistry lessons and pondering starting that up. Heh. At least there's no deadline here. At any rate, more notebooks. The frugal, careful courtesan in me is suggesting ways to pretty up my cheap composition books in which I'm taking my notes. The shiny fucking magpie is going get all new notebooks if you're going to start fresh, you deserve it. I think what I really need is spangly blue contact paper, in the end. Because I'm a ravenclaw, I demand blue for my schoolwork.
I will treat myself to maybe a new set of pens, though. The boyfriend keeps stealing mine.
Wednesday Reads
I still haven't finished or even much gone back to The Anteater of Death, which is sad because I think it'd be a quick read once I do. But first I have a pack of library books to get through. This weekend was more home improvement than library books, though. Also crawling my way through a new laptop and a pile of sleep deprivation for no apparent reason. But I did finally finish Shadow Gate by Kate Elliott, yes, still working my way through her back catalog, and all I can say is NOOOOOOOO YOU KILLED [REDACTED] YOU HEARTLESS WENCH. I liked that snarky fucker. Poop.
Project Paint the Bedroom is not going nearly as fast as anyone had hoped, mostly because the paint over wallpaper over god knows what is slow as fuck to peel off. Unlike in the craft room and the downstairs where it was coming off in strips. And after that comes the sanding and the replastering and then we can paint, and we only really have time to do it on the weekends and ugh. So much ugh. Alternate weekends, mind, because the boy works nights. Oh well. Once we get it done, it'll be done, and then we can put color up and forget about it for the next twenty years or however long it took Mom to repaint my bedroom. Though that was probably because I'd painted it black-with-skeletons, red, and white-with-multiple-graffiti. I'm not even kidding, she let me write all over the walls, and at one point I distinctly remember because I had Christmas lights permanently strung on my room, we had one graffito with an arrow pointing to one of the light bulbs and the words "that light is a sub-standard marine." No, I do not know. No, we were not drunk. Just very, very punchy.
Anyway. And writing continues apace, and so does editing really, but this week's word count is 8,969. So, damn. Thank you, Camp Nanowrimo? Now I just have to keep up that pace.