Charger Found! WIP Resumed

Ryan upended a box of neatly packed wires on the couch this evening, and among the many cords and wires and chargers, was my laptop charger.  So here I am, for the first time in two weeks, writing on my laptop.  After checking my mail, facebook and klout (newest favorite site) I checked my WIP.  You know, the one I was going to try to skip ahead in on google docs? I never did do that. ...

Mass Effect 3: From an Observer

Okay-- I will try not to give away spoilers, but I want to discuss themes in this game because...well...the guy's playing it.  Now that the TV/Computer and bed are all in the same room there is no escaping the sounds!  lol.  But.  At least (from a story and character perspective) I think he has good taste.  In the process of half-watching this game, after watching him off...

Beyond the BS & Mood Rehabilitation via Chocolote

Stress does not help me write.  I know I've written posts about this before.  And I know the whole job-thing kept me from writing and blogging. But there's another source of stress: people. Sometimes, people are especially hard to deal with.  And the closer they are the harder  when stress and friction hit.  Lately, I've been butting heads with my mom, but moving and stressing...

Yes, I Have a Degree. No, I'm Not Gonna Go to Your School.

In the constant pursuit of  a day job, I utilize a bazillion online job-finding search engines.  They come in such infinite variety--from creating social-centric profiles, to just having a list of available openings.  However, there is one thing they all share in common, the ever present school-outreach pages.  I skip them.  They still call.  I have a BA, so that means...

Resolving Disorder & Restoring Momentum

Unpacking boxes that feel more endless than I know, logically, that they are. The missing component that I am lamenting the most is my laptop charger. Thank goodness between me and the guy there's something like 6 computers-- 2 desktops (one of which is mostly being used for parts) 2 laptops, a netbook and a tablet. But in one of my less-than-bright moments, I downloaded the WIP from Google Docs...

Go. Stop. Return. A stream-of-conciousness post

It has happened. My guy and I are renting a place with his mother because if we did not make this move we would not be able to make ends meet. After so many ups and downs and two instances of almost-had-a-job-until-small-business-owner-changed-their-mind, in one year, a tutoring gig that fell through after 6 months because the parents thought their son could somehow understand all 5th-grade-American-Coursework...