I don’t have a day-job at the moment. Every Monday, I have to go to down to the Jobcentre and report on what I’ve done to ‘look for work’. Last week, my ‘activity’ equaled 36 hours. This week’s projection is also 36. That’s a full-time job. For me, this involves drinking coffee while clicking through more than 6 job-sites, looking for the magic words, ‘please send CV and cover letter to’: someone who is probably younger than me at Shehasajobandyoudon’tdotcom.…
On Monday, I finished Where’d You Go Bernadette, which was my 43rd book of the year and my 701st listed on Goodreads. And it really needs a question mark at the end. Because questions without question marks annoy me. As well as a grammatically incorrect title, it was the first hardcover book I’ve read in a while. I read it naked. Smooth and unadorned. The book, not me. I find book jackets flappy and useless, and lose them quickly. On…
In an effort to get a little closer to the dream described in this post, I’m going back to school. Well, I’m not actually going anywhere. The course is online. But I will be reading, studying, using highlighters, making notes, writing essays, drinking coffee and possibly pulling my hair out like any other student. The difference is, I can do it all in my pajamas. I will carry this through to certification, but it remains to be seen whether or…
Regular readers will know that Sarge likes to play Go. He plays it online and is also a member of a local club. Though I believe the first rule of Go club is you don’t talk about Go club. Anyway. We’ve traipsed around game shops looking for what Sarge calls ‘a real Go board’ and even the right wood so he can make his own. A few weeks ago, we sat down to watch The Go Master, a biopic of…
This was going to be yesterday’s post, but all the fresh air from the weekend left me too tired to crank up the computer last night. Anyway. September’s book group selection was Pontypool Changes Everything. Since the Afterword basically states the movie is better, and people really shouldn’t have read the book, few of us did. When we got together on Friday night to watch Pontypool, the warm-up act was this, from Even Stevens: Don’t ask me why. I’m still…
