Saturday, October 6, 2012

Random ramblings

I'm a bit late on this, but that's because we went to one set of grandparents' house today for the imp's birthday.  We'll be going to the other grandparent's house tomorrow.

The imp had a happy birthday.  He's got a new toy train that's very noisy, and will reside in his room (and be played with only behind a closed door) and two new Hot Wheels cars from Grandma and Grandpa, a new Thomas the Tank Engine movie (from his sister), and a 5' x 7' area rug with roads, shops, and other things printed on it (from us).  He spent most of the afternoon playing with his train, and then with the new rug once we got home.  He didn't want to watch the movie until after bath time--and then he watched it twice

The pixie enjoyed her day, too.  She adores Grandma and Grandpa, and has missed her big brother something fierce.  She chased him around, played with him, fought with him, and generally enjoyed being with him.  Oh, and she greatly enjoyed his chocolate cake and ice cream. 

The pup was watched by a good friend of ours, who had to leave about half an hour before we made it home.  When we mentioned who'd been watching the dog, the imp begged to have them come over. 

Pup has started running over and rattling her leash on the hook next to the door when she needs to go out.  Smart dog.

My stupid brain's been toying with an extension of the story I had rejected.  Imagine a weedy, nerdy, semi-Asperger's individual who is so focused on finding evidence that two different cultures just had different names for the same goddess that he woke said goddess up.  Yeah...that's gonna go well.  And how do you get her to go away again, once you've drawn her notice?

I've got a good bit plotted out in my head, and have the ending scene in mind, but it's going to be a while before I'm going to be able to write it. 

I hope plagiarist student drops the class.  That was really stupid of that student.  They write a lot better, even if only in African American Vernacular English (Ebonics), than the paper they turned in.  Their writing flows better, and makes much better sense than the choppy piece of shit they copied and pasted sentences out of order into a loose approximation of a paper. 

I managed to almost finish grading papers. yesterday.  I've got about half a dozen left.  Plus blog posts.  Plus the work I do helping my colleague out.  So, not much out of the ordinary for next week, and then I'll be collecting papers for Comp I the next Monday.  

Grading never stops.


  1. "a weedy, nerdy, semi-Asperger's individual"

    You never mentioned using me as a character in your book.

    I'm honored.

    Seriously, sounds like a riot.

  2. Hey, I've seen the pictures of you on your blog. Weedy you are not. I won't make bets on the Asperger's, but you seem kind of outgoing, and have more the ten-year-old's sense of what's appropriate rather than no sense.

    If you want to read it, I can send you the base story I'm planning on modifying.