write like you need it to survive

Posting mostly for my own reference, because I suspect I will need to stare at this from time to time:

The Creative Process

Actually, while I'm linking things for my own reference, I will link to this blog post/comic which I assume everyone and their mom (and possibly even my mom) has already seen:

This Is Why I'll Never Be an Adult

1. I think today may be the day I crack and go buy a wireless card so I can maximize my in-class goof-off potential. Anybody know if there's a meaningful difference between brands? I gather I want an 802.11g, because they're faster, but apart from that, anything I should look for?

2. My left eye hurts. Like, my eyeball. Actually, on top of my eyeball, when I look down and/or to the right. It feels like I really did roll my eyes so hard at my useless homework group boy that I pulled a muscle in my eye. So: sinus headache? eyeball cancer? justifiable homicide?

3. I woke up at 6:30. It was still dark. And I am still awake. WTF?

This post at Respectful of Otters, and the essay it links to, answer the question I had a while back, "Why do women ever need partial-birth abortions? What's up with that?"

Must register to vote. Must register to vote right now.


...and I promise the next post will be something much more fun and completely different.

I'm back from WorldCon - it's all a bit of a blur, the way cons are, and I haven't quite wrapped my brain around the idea that that was my weekend, and I have to go to work tomorrow, but...

( A Few Things I Remember... )

Being home from WorldCon also means my writing vacation is over. Feel free to resume pestering, if you like doing that sort of thing. *g*

Or at least a link to educational content. Er, for specialized values of 'educational,' of course. commodorified's Slashy Sex on a Motorcycle 101.

Go, look! Get inspired!

From thebratqueen's post about the difficulties of finding advice on how to organize your life when you're a single person who doesn't actually want Martha Stewart living, just, y'know, something survivable, I clicked over to fan_domestics, where fannish types trade advice on, while, domestic topics. In checking out the memories, I found a post
on car repairs and getting shafted that made me whimper with fellow-feeling, and then with delight, for lo! One commenter supplied the url of CarTalk's Mechan-X Files, which lists over 16,000 mechanics who've been recommended by listeners and allows you to search by zip code and check out their ratings in areas like "treats male and female customes the same" and "they respond well when they screw something up."

All of which is to say, I still haven't figured out where I'm going to go to get my long-overdue oil change, but, wow! Choices!

( Also: We were talking about porn last night... )

...aaaand just as I typed that, my boss's boss walked up. Thankfully on the service desk side, where she can't see my screen. I think maybe I'll just friendslock this now. Just. Because.