Apophenia

Soooo tomorrow I am going back to Kung Fu. I miss it and I can't stay away any longer. I'll just have to be careful and guard this stupid rib thing very closely. No situps, I guess. Maybe no pushups.

Spinning out into the last half of finals beginning on Tuesday, and I feel about halfway prepared. The ones I took already I pretty much nailed. In ABW 1 and 2, a 96 and a 95. In myology practical, 100. In Swedish tech written, I haven't gotten that grade back yet but I'm pretty sure I did all right.

Work is done for this weekend and it wasn't bad. Yesterday I sold a ton, today I was lucky if I sold a handful. However I did get to talk to this one really neat guy. I approached him in the cat food aisle already having had him pegged as someone who wasn't going to be interested in nutrition, which I admittedly do to some people and I'm ashamed of it. He just didn't look the sort. Older, sort of gruff, the kind of guy who at best throws some Friskies to an outside cat only because his wife pests him to. Ends up that he's got some dogs and cats with health problems blah blah blah, and he's also this totally fringy guy who knows all these artists, writers and freaks. We talked actually for about an hour and it really kind of made my day.

I am absorbed in this book I'm reading: Pattern Recognition by William Gibson. It's giving me apophenia. Pish-posh, who am I kidding? I live on apophenia; it gets me through the night. The main character has lost her father. The company she works for has a name so similar to that of the company I work for that it isn't even true. It's the book that makes you look forward to going to bed, because you can snuggle up in your blankets and just read the crap out of it.

Speaking of books and such, yeah so I queried this agent, as I mentioned. Still waiting, but I know it can take a while. I found tons of pages with insane information about agents, turnaround time, general percentages of rejection, oh my god, TONS of info. I'm entirely intimidated. For years I've just written for myself, to write myself into a cocoon, and chuck all the gore and violence out, and honestly just to entertain myself with my own self indulgent musings. However, it's no secret that I'd love to have readers. This guy at the store today, this artist guy, he told me to go ahead and self publish. I always shoot that idea right down. I actually had the same conversation with My Wonderful Friend. It's odd, how in music and movies, publishing (or recording or filming) independently is such a maverick way to be (thanks, Sarah Palin, for forever ruining a perfectly good word, you douche-hat,) but in the world of writing it just makes you a pariah, a hack who couldn't get past the guards at the gates of quality. I get that, I do. I got it more before someone let Smeyers through the gates, but still. Anyway, so there I am, out there casting my net. It's all so overwhelming but once finals are done and I'm on break, I will very badly need something to do aside from Kung Fu and work, video games and taking care of various birds and dogs.

(Waiting is hard when you love something.)

DOGS. I took both dogs to the local holistic vet because everyone I talk to lately, from all over the Island, tells me that he is the man I should be going to. I keep hearing the words “gifted” and “miraculous.” He was very optimistic about Sano! He sent me home with huge-ass pills full of powder and he thinks this has an 80% chance of curing the ITP once and for all. No more ITP, no more goddamn prednisone and maybe no more liver problems, too. Sano's last blood tests were encouraging, though he's not out of the woods. He's still ridiculously anemic and I have to keep an eye on his color, his breathing and general energy level all the time. He goes back tomorrow for another checkup. Let's hope it looks good. This new doctor also had a peek at Haku. He said to stay on the phenobarb and see if it works through the 28 day pattern. Today is the 28th day so I guess we'll see soon enough if it's even making a dent. I so very much hope so. Also, I want to sleep through the night.

I guess that in all it's been an uneventful week. I wish for some events. Nice ones. Screw “nice,” I want mindblowingly fantastic events. I realize that this is a lot to ask of the universe but, you know, I'm asking.

Apophenia

Soooo tomorrow I am going back to Kung Fu. I miss it and I can't stay away any longer. I'll just have to be careful and guard this stupid rib thing very closely. No situps, I guess. Maybe no pushups.

Spinning out into the last half of finals beginning on Tuesday, and I feel about halfway prepared. The ones I took already I pretty much nailed. In ABW 1 and 2, a 96 and a 95. In myology practical, 100. In Swedish tech written, I haven't gotten that grade back yet but I'm pretty sure I did all right.

Work is done for this weekend and it wasn't bad. Yesterday I sold a ton, today I was lucky if I sold a handful. However I did get to talk to this one really neat guy. I approached him in the cat food aisle already having had him pegged as someone who wasn't going to be interested in nutrition, which I admittedly do to some people and I'm ashamed of it. He just didn't look the sort. Older, sort of gruff, the kind of guy who at best throws some Friskies to an outside cat only because his wife pests him to. Ends up that he's got some dogs and cats with health problems blah blah blah, and he's also this totally fringy guy who knows all these artists, writers and freaks. We talked actually for about an hour and it really kind of made my day.

I am absorbed in this book I'm reading: Pattern Recognition by William Gibson. It's giving me apophenia. Pish-posh, who am I kidding? I live on apophenia; it gets me through the night. The main character has lost her father. The company she works for has a name so similar to that of the company I work for that it isn't even true. It's the book that makes you look forward to going to bed, because you can snuggle up in your blankets and just read the crap out of it.

Speaking of books and such, yeah so I queried this agent, as I mentioned. Still waiting, but I know it can take a while. I found tons of pages with insane information about agents, turnaround time, general percentages of rejection, oh my god, TONS of info. I'm entirely intimidated. For years I've just written for myself, to write myself into a cocoon, and chuck all the gore and violence out, and honestly just to entertain myself with my own self indulgent musings. However, it's no secret that I'd love to have readers. This guy at the store today, this artist guy, he told me to go ahead and self publish. I always shoot that idea right down. I actually had the same conversation with My Wonderful Friend. It's odd, how in music and movies, publishing (or recording or filming) independently is such a maverick way to be (thanks, Sarah Palin, for forever ruining a perfectly good word, you douche-hat,) but in the world of writing it just makes you a pariah, a hack who couldn't get past the guards at the gates of quality. I get that, I do. I got it more before someone let Smeyers through the gates, but still. Anyway, so there I am, out there casting my net. It's all so overwhelming but once finals are done and I'm on break, I will very badly need something to do aside from Kung Fu and work, video games and taking care of various birds and dogs.

(Waiting is hard when you love something.)

DOGS. I took both dogs to the local holistic vet because everyone I talk to lately, from all over the Island, tells me that he is the man I should be going to. I keep hearing the words “gifted” and “miraculous.” He was very optimistic about Sano! He sent me home with huge-ass pills full of powder and he thinks this has an 80% chance of curing the ITP once and for all. No more ITP, no more goddamn prednisone and maybe no more liver problems, too. Sano's last blood tests were encouraging, though he's not out of the woods. He's still ridiculously anemic and I have to keep an eye on his color, his breathing and general energy level all the time. He goes back tomorrow for another checkup. Let's hope it looks good. This new doctor also had a peek at Haku. He said to stay on the phenobarb and see if it works through the 28 day pattern. Today is the 28th day so I guess we'll see soon enough if it's even making a dent. I so very much hope so. Also, I want to sleep through the night.

I guess that in all it's been an uneventful week. I wish for some events. Nice ones. Screw “nice,” I want mindblowingly fantastic events. I realize that this is a lot to ask of the universe but, you know, I'm asking.