Surreptitious Opinionation

And on a lighter dream note. I wonder what percentage of the population would appreciate the humor in dreaming about becoming a being of flame and vengeance and thinking “I am Phoenix! … no, no, wait, that name’s taken. Firefox?”

for those sensitive to such things

Well, I wanted to do it, but I needed an academic reference. Can’t just pull one of those out of my ass. History can’t be faked on the fly. At least, not by me. It’s cool. If it was a year of teaching now v a year of policy work later, I think I’m quite comfortable with the trade off. Can’t have everything all the time.

For valentine’s day, I played large quantities of diablo, then went to the gym, then the farmer’s market. Came home and vegged for a few hours over chat, and ended up spending an impromptu evening with Marco. Dinner at the food court, and a dvd from Tower. It was pleasant. Marco’s a cool guy, and somehow with him, I can have a little physical affection without thinking about it too much. I wish they all could be euro guys. =)

How quirkyalone are you?
Your score was 115. Very quirkyalone:
Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world. Celebrate your freedom on National Quirkyalone Day, February 14th!

It’s cute. Take the quiz, you know you want to.

From their definitions page I’m also a quirkyslut: One who maintains high standards for a romantic relationship, but becomes more flexible for the Saturday (or even Tuesday) night encounter.

I am such a sucker for a good cause and a pretty face. It’s a really good cause, and he did have a very pretty face.

Well, it seems that pods is now ending in mid-march. Ro has agreed to pay me until the end of march even so. Frankly, I’m relieved. This job has had benefits and detriments. It’s the longest running job I’ve had, and certainly my closest relationship with an employer. I had fun exercising some of the dusty math corners of my brain, and learning new stuff to do it.

The programming made me sad at times. The loneliness of the workplace also not so good. And I definitely won’t miss working for the military.

The last couple of weeks on Ro’s dime, I’ll be doing exercise bike stuff. So yay on that. And after that, unemployment may be possible. It won’t be what I was making, and thus way insufficient to afford my life, but it’d be something, which is always better than nothing.

At this point, I’m thinking grad school is my best option. Let’s just hope I make it in.

Well, why not go with what’s really on my mind. So, let’s start with the perfectly reasonable assumption that how I conducted myself within the limits of being me probably had very little to do with his non-attraction. That sets the stage for something that isn’t going to work out romantically. Which is disappointing, but probably not such a big deal once I get past the next week or two.

In examining the “Did I fuck up and if so how?” that I always do, I’m finding the answer to be ‘no, but…’

A tinfoil hat theory, that strikes me as basically reasonable. Yeah, the deliberate collusion element is far fetched. And there is the fact that alot of what the media presents it does for the ratings, rather than to mastermind the political process. But, I do find some notions worth examining there.

http://www.blackcommentator.com/75/75_cover_dean_media.html

I hurt my wrist. Well, sorta my wrist. Right hand, middle of the back of the hand down to the wrist. It’s not really a big deal, unless I do a hand stand, or a cartwheel, or something like that. Sadly, that is a major part of my existing gymnastics repertoire. And I certainly haven’t mastered the hand stand. (though I’m getting pretty good at rolling out of one when I overrotate).