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shadowkatSigh, I need to find easy to make instapot recipes, with foods that I can afford and find at the grocery store. Duck is not available at Food Town.
Maybe I should branch out?
Not a bad day. Although I managed to confirm the entire department, possibly the floor is quietly quitting the railroad. Poor As, they can't escape the tyranny of BYT. They are profoundly stuck, and profoundly depressed.
But on the bright side, I'm getting along with the lawyers assigned to me. For once, me and the lawyers are fine. The lawyer is a sweetheart. She used to be a project manager, so that's probably why.
Mother read an article the other night - about people who are the happiest are in jobs like gardner, park ranger, farmer, rancher...while those who are the most miserable are lawyers, doctors, customer service...In other words...people are happier when they aren't working with other people day in and day out.
I may become a park ranger when I retire. Eh, no, I'd have to drive. Maybe
a herbalist? Nah, I can't grow plants to save my life. I even killed the aerogarden.
***
Current fandom crush is Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders. I may have to check out a few Cillian Murphy films. Preferably not the ones in which he's playing the villain.
***
Co-workers weren't happy that the Giants lost. Even less happy that the Eagles won. One tried to bring up the Chiefs and said they were doing well.
Co-worker: I know you aren't into football (geeze is it that obvious?) but the Chiefs -
ME: Blearch. I like the Giants, I hate the Chiefs.
Co-worker: What about Len Dawson -
Me: Despise the Chiefs. I'm happy if they aren't in the superbowl.
Co-worker: Well it looks like they might be...I'm not a fan of Cinncinati though.
ME: Go Cinncinati - anything but the Chiefs.
Co-worker: Is this because you dislike Kansas City?
Me: No, I like the Royals and the Jayhawks (KU Basketball Team), I just hate the Chiefs. I don't like their fans, I don't like the team, it kind of goes back to law school.
[Where I got teased for not watching them, and then forced into watching them by a Torts professor. is name was Westerbeak. I only remember it, because, hello Westerbeak.]
Wales loves them, Mother likes them, I hate them. I am admittedly the only who rarely watches football. Wales stopped for a bit to boycott the sport for being too violent, but eventually caved...since she loves it.
***
Me: I'm a little envious of a commercial sci-fi writer who has over 12 acres of land in Ohio, with a house and trees.
Mother: Except, it's in Ohio...
Me: True. I wouldn't want to live in Ohio.
Mother: No one wants to live in Ohio..
Said commercial sci-fi writer won The Robert E. Heinlein this year.
Commercial sci-fi writer: Guess who won the Robert E. Heinlein award? Me!
Me: What the frack is a Robert E. Heinlein Award?
I didn't even know this award existed, let alone that there was one named after Heinlein. (It's apparently for lifetime achievement in writing science fiction stories that further the desire for space exploration, like Heinlein did. Did he? That's not what I took away from his books, but whatever.) I've read Heinlein - he does not deserve to have an award named after him. Don't get me wrong, he's fun. But memorable? Meh. I'm sorry, he doesn't. Kurt Vonnegurt, Ursula LeGuinn, Phillip K Dick.. maybe. But not Heinlein. Heinlein was pulpy. I'd name Bradbury, but I think he already has an award named after him.
Also why are there so many frigging awards anyhow? The only people who remember who won them are well the people who win them.
On Twitter someone asked if they were the only author who'd never won an award. I was about to Tweet no - until I remembered that I had actually won one - for a short story that I wrote in college. I won $500 (second place), the story published in the school literary magazine (the only one I got published - because the dingbat editors would only publish their friends work or science fiction stories), which I used to pay off the bank, because I had overdrawn on my account. The prize money saved me. I didn't have to report it to my father after all. It was the first and last time that any of the above happened.
The sci-fi writer in question also got into a fight with people on Twitter regarding the use of Will Wheaton as a narrator on the audio books. I admittedly listened to one of his books on audible for the sole purpose of listening to Will Wheaton read it. But alas, Will Wheaton sucks at reading books on audible. He can't do the voices. So it's basically just Will's for everyone. I got confused and lost track of who was talking at times as a result. James Marsters and Trevor Noah are currently the best at this sort of thing - that I've read to date. Well, and the guy who read A Gentleman in Moscow.
Maybe I should branch out?
Not a bad day. Although I managed to confirm the entire department, possibly the floor is quietly quitting the railroad. Poor As, they can't escape the tyranny of BYT. They are profoundly stuck, and profoundly depressed.
But on the bright side, I'm getting along with the lawyers assigned to me. For once, me and the lawyers are fine. The lawyer is a sweetheart. She used to be a project manager, so that's probably why.
Mother read an article the other night - about people who are the happiest are in jobs like gardner, park ranger, farmer, rancher...while those who are the most miserable are lawyers, doctors, customer service...In other words...people are happier when they aren't working with other people day in and day out.
I may become a park ranger when I retire. Eh, no, I'd have to drive. Maybe
a herbalist? Nah, I can't grow plants to save my life. I even killed the aerogarden.
***
Current fandom crush is Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders. I may have to check out a few Cillian Murphy films. Preferably not the ones in which he's playing the villain.
***
Co-workers weren't happy that the Giants lost. Even less happy that the Eagles won. One tried to bring up the Chiefs and said they were doing well.
Co-worker: I know you aren't into football (geeze is it that obvious?) but the Chiefs -
ME: Blearch. I like the Giants, I hate the Chiefs.
Co-worker: What about Len Dawson -
Me: Despise the Chiefs. I'm happy if they aren't in the superbowl.
Co-worker: Well it looks like they might be...I'm not a fan of Cinncinati though.
ME: Go Cinncinati - anything but the Chiefs.
Co-worker: Is this because you dislike Kansas City?
Me: No, I like the Royals and the Jayhawks (KU Basketball Team), I just hate the Chiefs. I don't like their fans, I don't like the team, it kind of goes back to law school.
[Where I got teased for not watching them, and then forced into watching them by a Torts professor. is name was Westerbeak. I only remember it, because, hello Westerbeak.]
Wales loves them, Mother likes them, I hate them. I am admittedly the only who rarely watches football. Wales stopped for a bit to boycott the sport for being too violent, but eventually caved...since she loves it.
***
Me: I'm a little envious of a commercial sci-fi writer who has over 12 acres of land in Ohio, with a house and trees.
Mother: Except, it's in Ohio...
Me: True. I wouldn't want to live in Ohio.
Mother: No one wants to live in Ohio..
Said commercial sci-fi writer won The Robert E. Heinlein this year.
Commercial sci-fi writer: Guess who won the Robert E. Heinlein award? Me!
Me: What the frack is a Robert E. Heinlein Award?
I didn't even know this award existed, let alone that there was one named after Heinlein. (It's apparently for lifetime achievement in writing science fiction stories that further the desire for space exploration, like Heinlein did. Did he? That's not what I took away from his books, but whatever.) I've read Heinlein - he does not deserve to have an award named after him. Don't get me wrong, he's fun. But memorable? Meh. I'm sorry, he doesn't. Kurt Vonnegurt, Ursula LeGuinn, Phillip K Dick.. maybe. But not Heinlein. Heinlein was pulpy. I'd name Bradbury, but I think he already has an award named after him.
Also why are there so many frigging awards anyhow? The only people who remember who won them are well the people who win them.
On Twitter someone asked if they were the only author who'd never won an award. I was about to Tweet no - until I remembered that I had actually won one - for a short story that I wrote in college. I won $500 (second place), the story published in the school literary magazine (the only one I got published - because the dingbat editors would only publish their friends work or science fiction stories), which I used to pay off the bank, because I had overdrawn on my account. The prize money saved me. I didn't have to report it to my father after all. It was the first and last time that any of the above happened.
The sci-fi writer in question also got into a fight with people on Twitter regarding the use of Will Wheaton as a narrator on the audio books. I admittedly listened to one of his books on audible for the sole purpose of listening to Will Wheaton read it. But alas, Will Wheaton sucks at reading books on audible. He can't do the voices. So it's basically just Will's for everyone. I got confused and lost track of who was talking at times as a result. James Marsters and Trevor Noah are currently the best at this sort of thing - that I've read to date. Well, and the guy who read A Gentleman in Moscow.
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Date: 2023-01-27 02:58 am (UTC)