January is over in 3 days.

[azarias]

I cannot. Fucking. Wait. Screw you, January.

January started out with me in the grocery store, at night, freaking out because there were too many different kinds of macaroni and cheese and I just wanted the kind that was macaroni with fucking cheese. It was not my finest hour. The next week, I teared up in an immunology lecture over pictures from the 1925 great serum run. And I spent the lame opening act of an amazing hip hop show pretending to be avidly texting so that I did not have to make eye contact or any other sort of social exchange with anybody. Really I was writing schmoopy gay porn, which my phone rebooted and ate.

Sometime around there, and around getting a cold and having something truly awful done orthodontically, I gave into the inevitable and sank into a puddle of chocolate pudding and Anne Bishop novels. I'm still there. It's getting kind of sticky. On the other hand, I can now make some damned fine chocolate pudding in no time flat.

The frankly bizarre result of this is that I've signed up for a comic book Big Bang with a rough draft due in May, and I'm fusing The Authority with Black Jewels. This is a thing that is happening. Working title "Jenny Sparks: The Secret History of the Dark Court." I'm hoping that between now and then I'll think of something less ... less.

How many different ways can I call Apollo the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih? We'll find out!

The cold and the teeth and some bad timing -- I skipped Crossfit for two weeks. Until tonight.

Protip: don't do that. Oh my fucking god ow. I forgot how to snatch. And how to squat clean without winding up on my back with the bar heading straight for my throat.

Ow. Bruises in new places!

Comments

[azarias]

They are amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing(ly bad). Pair 'em with some wine and a hot bath and you've got the best cure for cramps I've ever found. Did the summary mention the magic cockrings?

[rahirah]

I think they were mentioned in passing, but obviously there is more to this seemingly unimportant detail!

[azarias]

They drive a large portion of the plot. There are evil magic cockrings and good magic cockrings. I am not joking.

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[(Anonymous)]

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[(Anonymous)]

Thanks for all those links! I shall have to check them out.Re: education in geanerl, I have a lot of thoughts on this and hope to do a full post on this after I get my lecture notes for tomorrow written, grocery shopping done, important email written, etc. We'll see if I get to it today! Anyway, I agree with you about the false premise thing except that it's not really so false. Based on the numbers I've seen on income with vs. without a bachelor's degree, it seems that going to college really is a requirement for a middle-class (or even non-poverty) lifestyle. The problem is that there's this unspoken agreement, that if you do go to college you will get the middle-class lifestyle, and at twenty-two. That is a big part of the problem.I think your kids are lucky to have such a wise mum!