Category: Life

  • A snark opportunity in every drop.

    One of the joys associated with getting over a head cold is that of sucking down cough drops like they’re Easter candy. (Wait, is Easter coming up? Maybe I need some chocolate eggs…) I bought a bag of Halls cough drops months ago during my last cold outbreak but only this week did I notice something a bit… silly… about the wrappings.

    “A PEP TALK IN EVERY DROP ™”

    Yes, like so many companies afflicted with a bad case of “savvy marketing,” Halls have stuck little motivational blurbs onto the wrapper of each individual lozenge. Isn’t that adorable?

    “You can do it and you know it.”

    You can dance if you want to. You can leave your friends behind. Especially the friends who are hacking up a lung because they’re suffering a cold.

    “Be unstoppable.”

    I’m more likely to be Ron Stoppable at this point.

    “You’ve survived tougher.”

    Tougher what? Could you vague that up a bit for me?

    “Push on!”

    Shove off.

    “Inspire envy.”

    While I’m sniffling, sneezing, and horking every few minutes, I might turn people a bit green but it won’t be with envy, I assure you.

    “Don’t give up on yourself.”

    Don’t quit your day job.

    “Put your game face on.”

    I guess that depends on the game. Settlers of Catan? Borderlands 2? Game of Thrones?

    “Don’t waste a precious minute.”

    Fear not: I only waste the worthless minutes, the ones nobody really liked or wanted anyway. Screw them.

    And my personal favorite:

    “Turn ‘can do’ into ‘can did’!”

    NO. THAT ISN’T EVEN GOOD GRAMMAR. SHUT UP. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT *froth* *rage* *cough* *wheeze* *reaches for a cough drop*

    … well played, Halls. Well played.

     

    (Addendum: Another cough drop, another head-to-desk moment.)

    “Don’t try harder. Do harder!”

    That’s what she said.

  • Sufficiently Screened

    I have four mobile phones charging on my desk right now. This is part of the impending migration from Service A to Service B for myself, Kylanath and the rugrats.

    My “current” phone is also perched on the desk, as per normal when I’m not out-and-about.

    That’s five mobile phones on one desk.

    Okay, that seems excessive. It’s also temporary, so while I’m amused at this little pile of technology on display I also know that this, too, shall pass. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m not that geeky…

    Wait. In my backpack you’ll find one 10″ full tablet and a Nook Color. (And a camera.)

    And in this bedroom there are two full computers plus my laptop.

    …They say that the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Ahem.

  • Aw, dagnabbit.

    So much for once-per-week posting.

    I utterly, completely, and totally missed last week. Sorry about that. It was busy! Work was nuts! I got my tax refunds and spent lots of money! The fruits of that spending arrive today (probably)!

    What did I get? A QNAP 219p II home NAS device with a pair of 3-terabyte Seagate drives to fill it, and… new phones for everybody. My first smartphone in many years, Kylanath’s first full-on smartphone, plus new feature phones for the kids. It’s going to be a fun week getting all that set up, and I’m sleepless with excitement about it.

    No, really. I’ve been so keyed up for the last few days that my insomnia has run rampant. Ugh.

    At any rate. That’s the news, and there’ll be more to come as things progress. And hey, I’m taking Thursday & Friday off from work to celebrate my impending forty-first natal anniversary, so there’s that…

  • One Flu Over

    At least, I sure hope it’s over.

    A nasty bug’s been going around the office, and I worked hard at avoiding it for as long as I could. I don’t know if I ended up with that one or something else entirely, but early Monday morning I started feeling moderately awful, escalated to fully awful by mid-afternoon. I had my wool coat on in the office, I was so cold. Yesterday morning the alarm went off and between the splitting headache and intense fever with chest congestion for extra fun, I decided to bail on work and go back to bed.

    I slept until eleven, when sunlight stabbed me right through the eyelids and insisted I get the hell outta bed.

    All that extra sleep screwed up my sleep schedule, though, since I just spent most of last night… awake. Wide awake. But the fever’s gone down and my head doesn’t hurt nearly as much, so back to the salt mines I go. Stuff’s gotta get done, I’ve gotta earn my keep.

  • One Saw Weak

    And this makes once a week every week in January of Twenty-thirteen that I’ve managed to crank out a post of some sort.

    I’ve set myself a few small goals and limitations for the time being. One, I need to get something posted here once per week, more if I can manage it, but no less barring catastrophe. Two, I’m allowed only one breakfast and one lunch “out” on working days per week to cut back on the huge monetary outlay that I’m sure the fast food places near my work are now sorry to be deprived of. And three, I only need to produce four more months’ worth of the webcomic before completing its official run at the end of May. (I might later do some one-off comics, events, that sort of thing… but twice-per-week-like-clockwork will be over.)

    Mind you, I don’t know what I’ll do for a creative outlet afterward. I’ll need to do something or I’ll go nuts.

    Okay, nuts-er.

    One idea I’m tossing around is that of a radio-play type thing, get a few people together to record dialog, insert some sound effects, something along those lines. If I do this, I’ll start small with a one-off half-hour episode and get a feel for whether I can make a story work and whether I can handle the workload involved.

    Anything’s possible, yes?

  • Two Thousand Fourteen

    No, I didn’t get the date wrong. Two thousand fourteen is the post count for this journal as of this entry. (Yes, I know that the URL would have you believe otherwise. Blame WordPress’s weird way of counting certain things.)

    It should be higher. It should be much higher. Somehow I went 2012 writing between one and three posts per month instead of per week. Which means that now I have one of my “new year’s resolutions” locked down: Write more, write better.

    Well… more, anyway.

    Happy New Year, everybody.