Trying to keep up with this posting thing.

Doing a lot of IROSF typesetting today, trying to get everything ready for the new issue. Then I'll be getting things ready for my interview tomorrow (bus schedule and the like) and continuing to get used to the new place and to being downtown in general.

I've been cooking lately, which is unusual for me. So far it's mostly cooking stuff in bulk and then freezing it individually, but I actually did actual cooking at least twice this week. That's pretty much a big win for me.

Later, I'm hoping to get some time in on a story that I wrote for my study abroad class while I was in Ireland. It was due at the end of August, but with the overtime for the game, the separation, the moving, and a mountain of other random shit, I'm pretty sure I'm pressing the limits here, even for my extension. Good thing I was auditing the class and don't get a real grade for it. Still, I really respect my professor and would like his input on what has become a way more complicated story than it really needed to be. I'm happy with how it's shaping up, though.

I am officially a college graduate.


That's all. You're free to wander about your day.

Today, I'm getting over a cold (or so I'm telling myself) and trying to study for tomorrow's final. I'm really excited that IROSF is so far ahead of schedule this month.

What I really want now is an article that will stir up as much conversation as Kris Kathryn Rusch's Signals this month. Besides bringing a lot of people into the discussion, it brought a lot more people to the website, which is always great.

Unfortunately, my head is so clouded with finals week (and this damn cold) that I don't know what that article might be. Hopefully it will come to me.

Sometimes, I read something that was written by a person suffering from delusions of grandeur. Simple things that many other people are able to do without the fanfare end up elevated to the status of the gods. It's almost like reading something that says,

I drove my car today. I saw a speed bump coming, so I slowed down. I slowed down because I saw the speed bump, and I knew that simply by my one act of slowing down, I was making a difference. Because--do you know what? The guy behind me slowed down, too. And the guy behind him. All because I slowed down. It's moments like these that remind me what an inspiration I am. An inspiration to the world.

I find it truly annoying. I may have a lower tolerance at the moment, being sick and all.


In less obnoxious news, Wednesday night marks my final class as an undergraduate. Then I whore my resumé around the greater Seattle area and hopefully get an (entry level?) editing job in a bus-friendly location. I've been looking through Monster and CareerBuilder with no huge success, but we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, I can work on my fiction and be grateful that Geb still has a job.

Three more days.

Today, I was informed by a random person whom I do not know that I must be Dutch.

I will be going to Ireland for two weeks in July. This is especially fantastic because I have been trying to go for two bloody years, but was foiled in both attempts. It's a writer's workshop class through SU that I didn't think I'd be able to take this year, since I graduate in under a month, but my professor did some kind of magic trick and now I'm going. I love magic.

On the same note as my rapidly upcoming graduation, I now have my resumé up at Monster and CareerBuilder so that I can feel the sting of high unemployment rates due to the economy for as long as possible.

I finally read V for Vendetta. Holy crap, it's fantastic. The movie is next, because I'm actually doing a case study for my SF Film class on the graphic novel vs. the film, why Moore thinks the film is dribble, etc. There is no cooler assignment than, "Go read a comic book and then watch a movie. Report back."

Uncorking party tomorrow night! Our wine is done and sitting on the kitchen counter in bottles (we just bottled it last night, in fact). I'm really looking forward to the party. What I'm not looking forward to is finishing all the cleaning, but it must be done.

That's it!

At a much earlier point in the year, I mentioned that one of my papers was getting used in a textbook. I was recently informed that my paper is getting cut for length. Oh well. It was nice to be asked.

In other news, I'm done with Fall quarter and already working on some of my assignments for my final quarter at SU so that I will have less to do then and can focus my efforts on finding an editing job that will actually pay me.

Q: What's so great about next quarter?

A:
-one nonfiction class
-one SF film class
-one independent study


Rock.

My professor called my stream-of-consciousness bash on the s-o-c writing style a "tour de force," which I believe is French for "I'm a fucking badass."

One take-home final, one portfolio, and one more quarter left before I graduate.

I'm almost convinced that Blunt just keeps articles hidden from me, and then yanks them out of his back pocket when it looks like an issue is going to be thinner than expected.

Also, the IROSF Café Press store has a new item. Is it silly that I want one?


On another note, academia is killing my brain. One of my professors somehow talked me into submitting two of my papers to NCUR (the National Conference of Undergraduate Research) which, if selected, will mean I get an all-expense paid trip the the lovely and exotic... Lacrosse, Wisconsin. Right now, it just means more work.

I have written and discarded at least two essays for this week's nonfiction assignment, and still have to come up with some kind of draft that I don't hate. I haven't written a word of fiction since classes started because of... well... classes. They're more intense this quarter, though--I was able to keep up all last year. This is particularly annoying because there are three stories all based in the same world and just last week I finally realized why they suck and how to remedy aforementioned suckage.

Oh well. Onward.

In other equally irrelevant news, it looks like we've finally got some new titles on the front page of our Recently Received section over at IROSF. That's big fun. I would consider it equally big fun if we could get some of the .pdf versions that we've received up on the site, but you can only expect so much at a time.

Also, I should have made revisions to the essay for my nonfiction class much much earlier in the day. Nothing related to school is fun after midnight, no matter how much you might otherwise enjoy it.