Pros and writing and the world and living forever...
New icon! *g* (Thank you moth2fic!)
Also - hurrah, cos I've been writing Pros again, which I've not felt like for ages. My theory is that using your brain is like exercise - it begets more using your brain/exercise... *g* So now that I'm feeling all useful and purposeful with my seasonal-second-job, I get to write Pros too! Hurrah! Of course it all ends at around 3pm today, when I have to go home and do seasonal-second-job for the whole weekend, but... in the meantime - There's over 14,000 words of hurrah! (Okay, some I'd written before, but they've been languishing, and now they're not.) Also, have huge-enormous idea for an older-lads novel-y thing which I really want to write, so that's on the cards now too... Oh, and WWII story... WWII story is still there, turning gently over and over in the background... Maybe with newly found want-to-write-now-ness I'll write all three! Hmmn... by the end of the year, what d'you reckon to that as a goal...? And it's kind of nice, cos even if no one else wants to read them, I still want to write them... *vbg*
Right - the lads, to celebrate!
Woke up heavy-eyed from one of those really real dreams where I was working, just as staff, in a small and friendly chemist's (wtf?), but had plans to start my own business (wtf?), and so was going to hire an employee (just... what?). So - I'd advertised, and had an interviewee coming, but realised that actually the idea I'd had for my new business was pretty rubbish and un-doable, so I had ask the girl to wait (she had big curly auburn red hair, and some sort of velvet-y hat and was very nice) which she was very patient about, but this happened over and over and I felt bad cos she was a really nice person and I didn't want to let her down. So I decided I'd employ her and figure out what I was doing later. Except that - just before I woke up - I had the brilliant idea that what I really needed to do for my self-employed business was be a writer. Which meant I had to figure out some way to employ the girl to help me be able to write. And then I woke up. On the bright side, although they'd not been there in my dream, in the time it took me to stand up, gather my towel and get into the shower, I had major points of the plots of two Pros stories in my head and gathering speed...
But weird!
Then it turned out the BBC had changed its mind about the weather again, and decided that it wasn't going to to rain after all, so I decided I'd cycle to work as originally planned (I hardly ever drive all the way these days). Except then I realised that I was hugely late, and feeling ve-e-ery sleepy, and decided that maybe I would drive after all, which meant going the other way to work, and... what was lying in wait, but a police van with a speed camera poking out the back window... *headdesk* It was just inside the 30mph zone (but well after the sign and the big flashy-thing that warns you you're doing mroe than 30mph) so if I was going over then it'll be me bang-to-rights, but when I saw it and checked my speed I was on 32, and I had slowed down for the flashy-sign, so I'm crossing my fingers... Depends how mean they're feeling, I reckon... I've never had a fine over here before - and this is a really bad month for it, cos Little Car desperately needs new shoes new front tyres... Ah well, hey-ho and c'est la vie and all that, right? That'll teach me to be lazy and not cycle, cos if I had I would've gone the other way...
In other rambley-expense-form-completion-type-procrastinating - apparently scientists have figured out how to tell if we'll live to be over 100 years old - and they seem to think we not only have not-being-predisposed-to-particular-diseases genes, but also a specific predisposed-to-longevity one... Oooh, the science-fiction-y implications of it all! Of course you've got to know your own genetic code to work out your centenarianism, but for just $429 - presumably US rather than Aus, or Singaporean, or Canadian, or... - this information can be ours! (Ooh, although that might not be such a good idea actually - and cost £700 over here!)!
Hmmn... would you want to know how long you were likely to live? Or at least, whether you were genetically disposed to living to be over 100? Cos if you aren't, then the opposite would be true - you're almost certainly going to die before you're 100... I wonder if they can narrow it down any further... Which we probably know anyway, but... would you be waiting for it then, just cos you knew? Hmmn...
Ooh, or apparently we might be able to have ovarian transplants and live longer as a result...
Finally they're admitting that women may have actually known how to use a sword, having found the burial of what's probably a female Roman gladiator. It has always bugged me that if archaeologists found weaponry in what seemed to be a female's grave, they interpreted it as "her husband put it there to guard her in the afterlife" or something along those lines - it was an offering from her menfolk... If it's found in a male grave, it's of course assumed that it was his and proves he was a professional warrior, but women can't possibly have known how to use a sword or a spear or an atlatl... they're women! Despite the fact that there are historical accounts of Native Alaskan women having hunted, for example - no, that was an anomaly... if they bother to acknowledge the acounts at all. Nothing to do with the (generally) male narrators rarely paying any attention to the females wandering around, or putting other interpretations on their actions etc, eh? *headdesk*
In other rambling...
How cool are these pics of sea angels and a wee sea devil taken by Natalia Chervyankova? The sea angel goes on to eat the wee sea devil, mind - it's what they feed on... beware of the pretty things... or maybe it's the two horns on the head that are a giveaway!
And now there are just nine minutes before hometime, yeay!
Also - hurrah, cos I've been writing Pros again, which I've not felt like for ages. My theory is that using your brain is like exercise - it begets more using your brain/exercise... *g* So now that I'm feeling all useful and purposeful with my seasonal-second-job, I get to write Pros too! Hurrah! Of course it all ends at around 3pm today, when I have to go home and do seasonal-second-job for the whole weekend, but... in the meantime - There's over 14,000 words of hurrah! (Okay, some I'd written before, but they've been languishing, and now they're not.) Also, have huge-enormous idea for an older-lads novel-y thing which I really want to write, so that's on the cards now too... Oh, and WWII story... WWII story is still there, turning gently over and over in the background... Maybe with newly found want-to-write-now-ness I'll write all three! Hmmn... by the end of the year, what d'you reckon to that as a goal...? And it's kind of nice, cos even if no one else wants to read them, I still want to write them... *vbg*
Right - the lads, to celebrate!
Woke up heavy-eyed from one of those really real dreams where I was working, just as staff, in a small and friendly chemist's (wtf?), but had plans to start my own business (wtf?), and so was going to hire an employee (just... what?). So - I'd advertised, and had an interviewee coming, but realised that actually the idea I'd had for my new business was pretty rubbish and un-doable, so I had ask the girl to wait (she had big curly auburn red hair, and some sort of velvet-y hat and was very nice) which she was very patient about, but this happened over and over and I felt bad cos she was a really nice person and I didn't want to let her down. So I decided I'd employ her and figure out what I was doing later. Except that - just before I woke up - I had the brilliant idea that what I really needed to do for my self-employed business was be a writer. Which meant I had to figure out some way to employ the girl to help me be able to write. And then I woke up. On the bright side, although they'd not been there in my dream, in the time it took me to stand up, gather my towel and get into the shower, I had major points of the plots of two Pros stories in my head and gathering speed...
But weird!
Then it turned out the BBC had changed its mind about the weather again, and decided that it wasn't going to to rain after all, so I decided I'd cycle to work as originally planned (I hardly ever drive all the way these days). Except then I realised that I was hugely late, and feeling ve-e-ery sleepy, and decided that maybe I would drive after all, which meant going the other way to work, and... what was lying in wait, but a police van with a speed camera poking out the back window... *headdesk* It was just inside the 30mph zone (but well after the sign and the big flashy-thing that warns you you're doing mroe than 30mph) so if I was going over then it'll be me bang-to-rights, but when I saw it and checked my speed I was on 32, and I had slowed down for the flashy-sign, so I'm crossing my fingers... Depends how mean they're feeling, I reckon... I've never had a fine over here before - and this is a really bad month for it, cos Little Car desperately needs new shoes new front tyres... Ah well, hey-ho and c'est la vie and all that, right? That'll teach me to be lazy and not cycle, cos if I had I would've gone the other way...
In other rambley-expense-form-completion-type-procrastinating - apparently scientists have figured out how to tell if we'll live to be over 100 years old - and they seem to think we not only have not-being-predisposed-to-particular-diseases genes, but also a specific predisposed-to-longevity one... Oooh, the science-fiction-y implications of it all! Of course you've got to know your own genetic code to work out your centenarianism, but for just $429 - presumably US rather than Aus, or Singaporean, or Canadian, or... - this information can be ours! (Ooh, although that might not be such a good idea actually - and cost £700 over here!)!
Hmmn... would you want to know how long you were likely to live? Or at least, whether you were genetically disposed to living to be over 100? Cos if you aren't, then the opposite would be true - you're almost certainly going to die before you're 100... I wonder if they can narrow it down any further... Which we probably know anyway, but... would you be waiting for it then, just cos you knew? Hmmn...
Ooh, or apparently we might be able to have ovarian transplants and live longer as a result...
Finally they're admitting that women may have actually known how to use a sword, having found the burial of what's probably a female Roman gladiator. It has always bugged me that if archaeologists found weaponry in what seemed to be a female's grave, they interpreted it as "her husband put it there to guard her in the afterlife" or something along those lines - it was an offering from her menfolk... If it's found in a male grave, it's of course assumed that it was his and proves he was a professional warrior, but women can't possibly have known how to use a sword or a spear or an atlatl... they're women! Despite the fact that there are historical accounts of Native Alaskan women having hunted, for example - no, that was an anomaly... if they bother to acknowledge the acounts at all. Nothing to do with the (generally) male narrators rarely paying any attention to the females wandering around, or putting other interpretations on their actions etc, eh? *headdesk*
In other rambling...
How cool are these pics of sea angels and a wee sea devil taken by Natalia Chervyankova? The sea angel goes on to eat the wee sea devil, mind - it's what they feed on... beware of the pretty things... or maybe it's the two horns on the head that are a giveaway!
And now there are just nine minutes before hometime, yeay!