I just rock, you know that?
There's nothing like killing two birds with one stone ... err... writing one research paper for two classes.
Wicca 204 meets English 125.
And I think I'll get to quote Neal Stephenson. Furthermore, if this essay turns out as rockingly as I suspect it might, I may end up getting it published somewhere. Certainly I can publish it online if nowhere else. I can update my website at the very least.
This is so cool. I love writing.
I was hammering away at the assigned proposal for the research project. Lab opened at seven; class starts at 9; paper started after 7:30. Draft finished before 8. Submittable copy done before 8:15.
Darkside got to see me in writethink mode. Azz jumps up from chair, starts pacing, stops by computer, hits save, continues pacing, sits back down at computer and types frenetically. Darkside beckons. Azz holds up finger in "Wait--" (by the standard for hackmode established in the Jargon File) which is unusual, considering that this is Darkside summoning her. Fingers fly. Not much of grammatical sense emerges, nor does one part of the sentence follow the next, but the state is successfully saved.
Darkside was attempting to call my attention to some of the more amusing real-life injuries from RPG's, and also some classic GM vs. player moments (cunning plans: foiled, innovative spells, et cetera) and other humor bits. He's been attempting to seduce me to the RPG side of the Force. I've been contemplating attempting to re-awaken his interest in writing.
This is my skill. This is my joy. I write.
It's the one thing I've been able to do since I was ever so small -- my mother and I sat down and I would tell her the story and she would write it down into a little stapled-together book, and it would be My Book. She still has them somewhere. Maybe I should take them out again, re-illustrate some of them, and get them published. Books for kids by kids. I was a kid once, you know.
I think best on my feet. I think best, write best, while doing something physical.
Darkside got to see this today. I was writing; suddenly I left my chair with great energy and strode off out of the lab for no particular reason, except that I needed to walk. I walked out of the North lab into the hallway, paced around and came in the other door. Back into the South lab, save work, and back and forth through the North and South labs, muttering to myself and figuring out what I was trying to say. Sit back down at computer. Fingers fly; spelling and grammar and even continuity are ignored, utterly tossed out the window. Even Darkside, and the potential of being able to wrap my arm around the back of his chair and perhaps touch him as he showed me something on his computer, was postponed until writethink was exhausted and all the think was written.
Neighbor came over yesterday about half past noon with his Playstation. He set up camp in the living room, and remained pretty much in one spot until half past eleven.
It was great fun to just hang around and talk about inconsequential things like Final Fantasy 9, talk philosophy, get some housework done while Nephew's attention was engaged by the game, and activities of that nature.
Not even really flirting with the guy, just hanging out and having fun.
This morning, Darkside showed me the rule manual for Hackmaster, this RPG that uses the old D&D rules with some creative modifications. Truly a hilarious manual. Much grabbing away from each other and reading and giggling was accomplished, as was much brush hand against hand while pointing out bits or trying to snatch back the book.
Such a small bit of contact. Such a commonly used area of the body. So much fun!
Did something really stupid today.
Every now and then my heart starts pounding very loud and hard, at about twice my normal resting pulse rate, for a reason that is insufficient reason for heartpounding that long/hard.
Today it did it again. Trigger: the back-piece falling out of my folding chair, which certainly startles but should not make heart pound like that.
To add to my "This is not a good thing," I'd just eaten a rather large lunch and then proceeded to walk at a decent pace through Phoenix Arizona weather for a couple blocks. I've been doing battle with a cold for the past several days, and yesterday was the worst day. Today isn't much better.
The back fell out of my chair at maybe 2:35. By 4:15, my heart was still going doubletime, and I was quite concerned. I told a random supervisor the general situation, and that I had to go home. I called Sis and asked if Chick could give me a ride. I was rather hazy (the job plus the cold do not make for mental brilliance; every time my sinuses get unhappy my whole brain fries) and Sis sort of freaked. They were going to drag me to a hospital, but I explained my symptoms in person to Chick with much more clarity than over the phone to Sis, and Chick, who does work in a hospital, told Sis that pretty much all they'd do for me in a hospital is hook me up to a heart monitor and have me hang around for several hours.
Home I went -- bed, glass of water, several large pillows, and the hyper cat and Nephew kept carefully out of the room. Sleep happened. Partway through the sleep, I noticed my pulse rate fell in half again, I commented on it, and then zonked out entirely through whatever must have happened when one of Sis's friends from work, and then Alan, all showed up and everybody left for SCA but Dude and me. Dude stayed around to baby-sit me for a while, then (when I woke up) headed off with Chick for SCA.
I'm staying around here as bait for Neighbor.