Dear Diary,
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Boyfriend got in a car accident yesterday, was sent spinning across the entire freeway, and emerged without a scratch. So, that’s terrifying. Also, he’s borrowing my car for now. Woo, stuck at home even more!
Now that that’s out of the way, hi. It’s been a week since I’ve posted and it will probably stay that way. The previous post will be continued at a later date, and for now I’m keeping up with RP, which is a bit of daily creative writing. I will still try to post once a week with [more] interesting things. Crafting, cooking, art?
All right, I’m going to be honest because that’s what I told myself I’d do in this diary. I’m not motivated to keep it up. The last two weeks have been busy with moving things, socializing, and finding out my Unemployment’s about to expire. On top of that, I spent way too much time developing my new World of Darkness character, and generally having my head stuck in dark musings about her past and personality.
I should probably focus even more on applying for jobs at this point. Who knows, I may just be in the lucky 10% who doesn’t qualify for the [reduced, see sequester] federal extension! And let me tell you, for all the jobs I don’t want but I am qualified for and applied to? None of them have responded. Not a “thank-you,” not a “sorry,” nothing. They don’t give a shit. The companies that have positions open are too busy rolling in the resumes of cheap labor to respond to every applicant.
Part of it has to do with my complete lack of ability to multitask. Just now I went looking for information about the sequester and ended up reading about the Syrian Civil War (and why isn’t it a Revolution, exactly?). I wish I knew a better way to focus, but when I need to finish more than one thing in a small time frame I get distracted by one or the other…or something else entirely. I think that’s in part why these posts have gotten shorter or less to do with writing; I still don’t have the focus, apparently. But again, I’m going to try to rejoin my forum roleplay endeavors, which involves weekly to daily tasks of reading and responding. Seems like a good habit, doesn’t it? Yet I failed out two years ago. (To be continued.)
Have I complained enough about not eating dairy? It’s hard to find snackies during the day. You can only have so much hummus or applesauce. Maybe I should give in and make sandwiches. It’s only one slice of cheese, right? Lactose isn’t actually tearing up my intestines, is it? Right? Should I really feel guilty about that, ahem, frozen yogurt I had yesterday? What about the homemade pizza I nibbled on at Saturday’s SCA event?
I think part of the real problem is I can never get enough fiber. I looked up the charts for “high fiber foods” the other day and all that talk about kale and prunes doesn’t really add up. Kale does have the highest fiber on the vegetable list — next to a whole avocado in fruit, but a plum has less than a similar-size pear. The real fiber seems to come from legumes. (Now I understand why beans make you fart so much.) I never cook beans or lentils. Ever. Maybe I should, but I’d go canned for convenience, and that’s a lot more salt+sugar+fat. Bah.
Oh, also, I have this bag of quinoa I’m not using. Any recommendations on how to cook it or what to serve it with? And no, I will not put it in a fucking salad. Yuck.
Well, this has been a messy week for the blog. Monday we finally switched rooms and both Wednesday and Thursday involved entertaining out-of-town guests. After that, straight to D&D.
Yesterday I talked to a friend about setting up a website and I’ve been helping her out. Only problem? Whoever bought the domain in her company didn’t buy hosting. Yeah, can’t really put anything on the site without space to hold it, dudes. This is probably the most disheartening aspect of web design; it’s not that people don’t know to make a website, or buy a website. It’s the fact that they don’t know how to help themselves. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” they say. They don’t think to go to Google and type it “how to get a website” or something similar.
The Internet, despite its many, many, many flaws, was first designed to spread information. If you don’t know how to do something on the Internet, like make a website, look it up on a search engine. There will be some useful guides and some barely legible guides, but that’s what you get in the Search Engine Results Page grab bag. It’s hard to understand how people don’t know to do this intuitively, especially on a subject about the Internet.
Honestly, giving such advice is beyond redundant for my generation and much of Generation X. All bets are off for people born before 1970, really. In 30 or so years, there may not be many people who have to buy a website since there are so many services that offer free pages and space. But when you have individuals in a small business who don’t know how to prep for a website, you should really consider hiring someone like me (I’m cheap compared to the coders).
Note: For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, the logic goes like this: When you want a website, you need two basic things. 1. A physical place to store the files of your website like HTML, images, databases, etc. 2. A pretty domain name to point to your hosted files, otherwise all you’ve got is an IP address. #1 is sold by web hosts. #2 is sold by domain name registrars. Often you can get #1 with #2 packaged into the deal (the purchase will mention ‘free domain’ or ‘domain included’ and you choose the name).
Honestly, I have no idea what to talk about today. More disappointing curry experiments? Nah. Fun with menstrual cups? Nuuupe.
Really, I’ve been googling all day about my mom’s side of the family for a genealogy project. I got suckered in to MyHeritage awhile back, and when I almost hit the person limit I quit rather than pay a subscription. Well, I accidentally ran into WikiTree, which claimed to be free forever and ever and ever. Meh, why not? I thought, so I imported the MyHeritage GEDCOM file into WikiTree.
My dad’s side of the family is much easier to come by; there are tons of people on MyHeritage who’ve done most of the work for me because of my distant relation to Levi Strauss (the pants guy!). Mom’s side is a tad more indistinct, what with a Southern grandma who never talked about home and a great grandmother who divorced my great grandpa and remarried her first cousin…. See, there’s totally juicy stuff in family trees if you can just find it. Scandalous!
Okay, I’m exaggerating my mom’s side. There’s another woman who married her first cousin on my dad’s side when it wasn’t so scandalous. Also, Ashkenazim just do this out of habit, you know.
