Sleepychameleon Hangout v.3

me: how is Tienpup?
mei: mad at me. xP

I suppose, before the day ends, I should be like everyone else in the blogosphere and recognize everything I’m thankful for.

Yes, that’s a sentence that ended with a preposition. Onwards!

Foremost in my mind, there’s people. I’m not going to namecheck everyone, but the Boy, my family, my friends, and quite a few former acquaintances-now-friends are definitely a lot on my mind these days.

I’m also thankful that I seem to have finally started pulling myself out of the rut that I’ve been in for the past threeeeeeee maybe four years. I think for a number of reasons (and now is not the time to really explore this, nor the place) I’d never really learned to be concerned with more than one general area of focus, and I think this year is the year all the groundwork is starting to pull together into a more cohesive whole. The tools and the mindset are still solidifying, but if the fact that I’ve got two and a half outlines done AND I have a regular workout schedule (Couch-to-5K ftw!) is any indication, I’m well on my way.

Hmm. In other words, I think I’m thankful for my own good health. ^__^;;

Other things I am thankful for: Google Reader which has made me SO MUCH MORE efficient with the time I spend online, yoga for, among other things, giving me a bit more of an ass*, having a space heater in my room, and colored post-it tabs. Really.

Most of these tie into that second paragraph. My life feels like it’s coming together, which is always a good thing. It’s not always going to feel like it is, but I think the foundation under my castle in the sky is beginning to gel. It makes me feel less guilty about all the turrets I keep adding to it.

Happy Thanksgiving, any of you reading this.

*Surprisingly, taekwondo doesn’t do all that much for ass. Yoga giving me arm muscles is understandable, but ass-enhancement was an unexpected benefit.

Diablo Cody in Variety:

“Blogging helped me cultivate a voice in a way,” Cody says. “But the thing that is most useful about it is just doing a daily writing exercise. You’re using the muscle even as it stagnates in a cubicle or wherever.”

Btw, Diablo Cody is an awesome nom de plume. Kind of like the Reverse Cowgirl, only more old school Western. Girlie probably needs a mustache ’cause she’s BADASS.

I was hoping that my next entry would be more substantive, but this weekend’s work was devoted to working on a paper for my seminar on Asian Pacific Americans and the Law.

This link (via Angry Asian Man) made me stop and go OMGWTF: Angry Suspect Stalked Victim After Fight with Girlfriend. Aside from the general things wrong with the whole incident (of which there are legion and I trust others to comment on more eloquently than I can)….

What is wrong with Palo Alto’s emergency response system that neither the girl nor her rescuer could get through 911 until they were on a land line?

Alternatively: cell phone service providers–is there something that can be done on their end?

Neil Gaiman, in Fragile Things:

The ingredients of the story I had in the back of my head combined in ways that were better than I had hoped when I began. (Writing’s a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won’t rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.)

Testing out my new Amazon Associates program participation with The Year of Endless Sorrows: A Novel which was very postmodern and took some getting used to, and ultimately I felt like I was reading a combination of William S. Burroughs, RENT the musical, Joan Didion if she were obscene, and a sad ending. The author broke his main character.

Something that made me smile today: The security guard at Ross learning Spanish from one of the customers. “Buenos tardes. Good afternoon. Buenos noches….”

And yes, good old fashioned writing is in order.