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Aug. 25th, 2010 05:19 pmToday I taught colour wheels for writing, or how to find that precise shade you're looking for. Our word of the day was 'intrepid.' And I taught and have done bits of work since through a vast migraine fog. It's better than it was yesterday and the day before, but I still hurt and things are still slow.
Should I try for the world whingeing record? Or should I tell you other stuff?
The other stuff is mainly that I should have another Angry Robot book read by tomorrow, which means an Angry Robot book post, of course.
The other, other stuff (I promise, I won't go down the 'other, other, other' route again today) is that it's the anniversary of my first father's death. He died on 8/8/88 (which is today - the Jewish calendar is ancient and accurate and not at all the same as the secular one). Lots of friends tell me brightly what a lucky day that is according to the Chinese calendar. I regard this as slightly lacking in tact, so I'm politely requesting that people avoid explaining this to me this year.
On Dad's birthday, I make bad jokes. Tonight I shall light a yahrzeit candle and I shall miss him. If it weren't for the migraine, I would be tempted into making zombie dentist jokes. I suspect Dad might have enjoyed zombie dentist jokes.
Should I try for the world whingeing record? Or should I tell you other stuff?
The other stuff is mainly that I should have another Angry Robot book read by tomorrow, which means an Angry Robot book post, of course.
The other, other stuff (I promise, I won't go down the 'other, other, other' route again today) is that it's the anniversary of my first father's death. He died on 8/8/88 (which is today - the Jewish calendar is ancient and accurate and not at all the same as the secular one). Lots of friends tell me brightly what a lucky day that is according to the Chinese calendar. I regard this as slightly lacking in tact, so I'm politely requesting that people avoid explaining this to me this year.
On Dad's birthday, I make bad jokes. Tonight I shall light a yahrzeit candle and I shall miss him. If it weren't for the migraine, I would be tempted into making zombie dentist jokes. I suspect Dad might have enjoyed zombie dentist jokes.