There was work for a while, and then just my own general apathy about talking about myself. Yay.
Work was … well, I survived, and it went on four months longer than expected, so four more months of being paid, and towards the end I got a wee little writing gig and that was nice and there was more being paid. And then I wrapped and mostly just wanted to read and whatnot. And do math.
When I was in high school I had the worst math teacher ever. He was the Severus Snape of math teachers ("I've done a problem on the board, turn to page 47 and do the problems there"/teaching). He convinced me I was too stupid to do math. God forbid I ask a question -- waves of impatience and loathing would roll off of him. I mean, in his very, very thin defense, I did let him convince me, but on the other hand, I was fifteen, so to hell with him. Mom engaged him in a battle royale that quickly turned into a grudge match (she won), and I ended up with a tutor and a passing grade, but the math insecurity had set in and I spent much of the next nearly twenty years convinced I just simply didn't have the maths, as it were.
Oh, I did math, of course. I worked in graphic design for a good long while, and that requires certain amount of math, but then I started working in digital post-production, which requires more math, and I somehow became the go-to math person. Now, I might be un-tidy about a great many things, but there's just no excuse for sloppy file systems, slapdash naming conventions, and willy-nilly piles of data. My Germanic need to impose order asserted itself, and I was the person that the producers and whomever came to for numbers. Which was good, because I'm actually very good at that, and it's always nice to discover you're actually good at something. And, so, after I wrapped this last project, I had a moment where I thought "what the hell? I can actually do math. Screw you, Mr. Whateveryournamewas," and I decided to learn math. So, I've been 'attending' the Khan Academy, and discovered I actually like math. I even find it sort of soothing, when I'm stressed. Now I'm just irritated that I spent the last 20 years thinking I was just too stupid. A great teacher can make a tremendous difference in a person's life, but, sadly, so can a truly awful teacher.
In other news:
• In general, I really, really don't like sitcoms, but I decided to give "Community" a try a few months ago, and fell stupidly in love. I had "donde esta la biblioteca" stuck in my head FOREVER. I'm now actually afraid that if I'm ever in a spanish speaking country and need to inquire as to the location of the library, it will come out as a rap. Also, that I might refer to myself as a disco spider. I might have since acquired a 'theoretical phys ed' shirt, and maybe an 'inspector spacetime' shirt. I'm just saying.
• My mother moved to Fairbanks in the spring, but now she's back in Denver. They're all back in Denver and living in the same house -- my brother, his ex-girlfriend, their two kids, my mother, my ex-step-father, my sister and her daughter, and my brother-in-law and my nephew are on their way down. In the same house. With two dogs, a cat, and two more dogs on the way. From a thousand miles away that's comedy gold, folks. Less comic when you're actually there, though, but I told mom to just pretend she's in a sitcom and then it's wacky not stressful. She says, surprisingly that's actually helped, and she's decided to cast herself as the crazy ex-wife with the crazy cat who lives in the front bedroom.
• Saw the Avengers. Loved the Avengers. May have developed weird fascination for Bruce/Natasha. I don't even know. May be contemplating writing fic (not Bruce/Natasha, though).
• I received a surprise package in the mail the other day. A large squishy package from Hawaii? Hmm… You guys, pualaridesagain — made me a 4th Doctor scarf! It is so beautiful. So amazing! You are the awesomest person ever, C. Love you.
She says if I wear it to Comic Con, I'll be 75% cooler than Wil Wheaton. A worthy goal, I think.
• And so it is Comic Con time. It snuck up this year, being a week earlier than usual. There are not a huge number of things I'd like to see. I only really want to get in to the "Community" and "Doctor Who" panels, so cross your fingers for me. I'll be posting stuff on twitter as usual (@themonkeycabal), if anybody is interested. I have an ipad this year, instead of a dumb phone (oh my god I hate my phone), so pictures and such.
• Also, my year after year whining has finally won me a victory. We're going to the Maritime Museum! Yay! Star of India, here I come.
Born in landlocked Colorado, I somehow developed a fascination for ships. Oh, I love ships. Ships! I'm coming, Ships! I'm coming! ILU!
So … anyway. How you doin'?