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Jan. 6th, 2016 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeApparently learning Portuguese on Duolingo means writing such sentences as "I am an ant" and "the bee writes a letter." I'm trying to imagine what kind of letter a bee would write, now.
Sleepy, generating an unaccountably large amount of crap out of my nose which is obnoxious in so many ways, but doing better I guess? Wheezing somewhat less? Definitely coughing less, although when I do cough it sounds fucking awful. If I had my choice though I'd keep the cough and let go the incessant snotting which sounds and feels fucking awful and won't fucking stop argh.
Doing online lectures and watching this classroom debate which is the higher pleasure, Simpsons or Shakespeare, and all I want to do is stand up and argue that, adjusting for culture and time, Simpsons and Shakespeare are kind of the same thing. (Of course everyone says Shakespeare is the "higher" pleasure because we're sort of indoctrinated to it even if we don't read it or understand it. Which someone actually did bring up, but.) (I'm being skewed again aren't I. Or at least skewed in the sense that I can read Shakespeare and spot most of the dick jokes.) It's the course on philosophy, Justice, currently working on utilitarianism, for context. Inevitably also this is going to lead to me muttering about people being pretentious kids even as I am rather pretentious myself, too. See also skewed, Shakespeare, dick jokes. Can dick jokes be pretentious once you recognize that that's a large portion of so-called classical literature? In this case the so-called is there because usually that means western literature. I cannot, in fact, spot the dick jokes in literature of other places. Well, maybe central and south america.
And what that entire last paragraph teaches me is that I should not take philosophy courses online because inevitably I want to argue with someone about it and that leads to talking to myself in circles and speculating randomly about this or that bit of experience, and also dick jokes. I am entirely willing to blame this on my high school philosophy professor, who once put a piece of chalk in his ear for safekeeping.
No, I'm not kidding.
(Also referring to this course in discussion with the Aunt led to a discussion of raccoon tallow, groundhog tallow, and eventually to what could be done with human tallow at which point I brought up the hand of glory and in conclusion, my brain is a weird and often wandering place.)
For having lingering symptoms, I'm getting a reasonable amount of shit done: health insurance is dealt with as much as it can be, my prescription for the inhaler is renewed and it's not much more to pay cash than it is with insurance, and they're giving me a receipt to give to my insurance company, and my first month's premium is paid. If things continue to be this quiet too, I can get a bunch of editing and writing done before I get home. Will update as hopeful productivity continues! ETA: Two scenes in Sandborn edited, daily word requirement has done got written around being distracted by this grimoire challenge I found on tumblr.... I would LOVE to just be able to and it looks like I can just do languages, kick back, and sketch and do guitar all evening! WOOT.
Sleepy, generating an unaccountably large amount of crap out of my nose which is obnoxious in so many ways, but doing better I guess? Wheezing somewhat less? Definitely coughing less, although when I do cough it sounds fucking awful. If I had my choice though I'd keep the cough and let go the incessant snotting which sounds and feels fucking awful and won't fucking stop argh.
Doing online lectures and watching this classroom debate which is the higher pleasure, Simpsons or Shakespeare, and all I want to do is stand up and argue that, adjusting for culture and time, Simpsons and Shakespeare are kind of the same thing. (Of course everyone says Shakespeare is the "higher" pleasure because we're sort of indoctrinated to it even if we don't read it or understand it. Which someone actually did bring up, but.) (I'm being skewed again aren't I. Or at least skewed in the sense that I can read Shakespeare and spot most of the dick jokes.) It's the course on philosophy, Justice, currently working on utilitarianism, for context. Inevitably also this is going to lead to me muttering about people being pretentious kids even as I am rather pretentious myself, too. See also skewed, Shakespeare, dick jokes. Can dick jokes be pretentious once you recognize that that's a large portion of so-called classical literature? In this case the so-called is there because usually that means western literature. I cannot, in fact, spot the dick jokes in literature of other places. Well, maybe central and south america.
And what that entire last paragraph teaches me is that I should not take philosophy courses online because inevitably I want to argue with someone about it and that leads to talking to myself in circles and speculating randomly about this or that bit of experience, and also dick jokes. I am entirely willing to blame this on my high school philosophy professor, who once put a piece of chalk in his ear for safekeeping.
No, I'm not kidding.
(Also referring to this course in discussion with the Aunt led to a discussion of raccoon tallow, groundhog tallow, and eventually to what could be done with human tallow at which point I brought up the hand of glory and in conclusion, my brain is a weird and often wandering place.)
For having lingering symptoms, I'm getting a reasonable amount of shit done: health insurance is dealt with as much as it can be, my prescription for the inhaler is renewed and it's not much more to pay cash than it is with insurance, and they're giving me a receipt to give to my insurance company, and my first month's premium is paid. If things continue to be this quiet too, I can get a bunch of editing and writing done before I get home. Will update as hopeful productivity continues! ETA: Two scenes in Sandborn edited, daily word requirement has done got written around being distracted by this grimoire challenge I found on tumblr.