One of my littlest students from my afterschool classes in is back my summer class this week. He’s an adorable and intense 8-year-old who runs Linux at home and says Fusion is at least easier than Eclipse, but he can have a little difficulty with which way letters should face, and with reading social cues from others. Mostly because he’s so little, but he seems to struggle with social cues more than other students who are the same age.
My student walked up to me at lunch today, and told me shyly that he’d reinvented his hero loads of different times in his other classes.
“Noah! You’re not supposed to change to change your core concept after Monday.” I said, taking a deep breath before beginning damage control on app design disaster.
“Just kidding! Everyone knows that! I fooled you!” he giggled.
(That is some brilliant comedy from an eight-year-old.)
The chicklit standard of a heroine losing massive weight and finding herself isn’t my favorite plotline of all time, but it really works here as a Cinderella transformation. Newly hot Charlie has two princes, Ferdy, the sweet boy-next-door who’s been into her the whole time and Jay, a wealthy and handsome playboy. So much to enjoy here. (Editor’s Note: TONS of spoilers ahead.)
This story that’s been going around has been pissing me off so much. Like wow, maybe if you actually put a tenth of the effort that was put into this spreadsheet into figuring out what turns your wife on and off (hint: passive aggressive spreadsheet-making is probably a turn off), you wouldn’t be getting turned down so damn often.
Ugh I hate this so much. And of course, never read the comments. I saw so many saying “Sex is just a natural part of a relationship! Especially for men! Men have needs!”
1. Not everyone is interested in sex
2. Stop with the “men are just naturally more sexual” bullshit
3. You do not owe anyone sex ever. Can it be a bummer if you want it more often that your partner? Yeah, but that’s when you have to be an adult and talk to your partner about it.
If your partner is falling exhausted into bed, and you want sex, try doing the laundry or the dishes. I’m pretty sure that while hubby was making a spreadsheet (with notes on whether wife’s “excuses” are good enough for him), wife was working.
Children of the Gods: The Talon Project is a short, self-published story of investigative reporter Micheal Cohen receiving either the greatest tip of his career, or a huge set-up. An aging Kentucky politician and his beauty-queen wife invite Cohen to their home, where the mysterious Bible code is revealed. This explains that the different lifespans in the Old Testament are actually alien races (Adams and Methuselahs lived longer than average humans), the Milky Way is the Garden of Eden, and that humans have made alien contact multiple times… or it’s all a massive set-up from someone Cohen has skewered in his columns.
The ending is a bit of a cliffhanger, and a few plot threads are left unanswered, so I expect this to be the first of a sci-fi series.
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I had to reprimand someone who works for me, which is just about the hardest thing ever, so afterwards I went to my boss and made him tell me that I am doing what I am supposed to do and it will all be fine.
Adulting is hard.
On Saturday, Harold and I went out to Winston-Salem to pick up some Star Trek
toys communicators. Apparently there still are some Trek collectibles that he doesn’t own! He’d dome some kind of trade with the shop owner at Heroes Con, where he swapped some of the nerd paraphernali he didn’t want for the kind of nerd paraphernalia he does want. Somehow he did not actually end up with more space, but he was pretty pleased with his new toys.
Then we stopped at the bookstore. Sure, I have about a dozen eARCs on my Kindle, but a couple months ago, a friend from Fortnite got me into audiobooks for the long drive. After GoT, I’ve listened to The Hunger Games, because obvious, and Citizen Girl (a lovely Manhattan story, although I deeply disagreed with the portrayal of game developers). This time, I picked up Chasing Harry Winston and Operation Mincemeat. (If you’re a history reader at all, check out The Man Who Never Was, a very readable account of Operation Mincemeat.) I had a small credit from the last time I sold some books I didn’t want anymore, somehow I did not actually end up with more space.
I was happy to bump into some friends from Fortnite at the bookstore, too! Even though I just love teaching the YD kids game design, I miss my team at the game studio. Plus, it was funny to run into friends in a city where none of us live. (Look, Harold, I called Greensboro a city without putting mock-quotes around it!) (But I totally typed it in an ironic tone.)
And I got to explain that we were just, you know, driving across the state to get Harold some Star Trek communicators. As one does on a Saturday.