words, words, words.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThings to do, some of which may be done today:
0) Put in another 2-3 hours of Work to make up for the completely wasted afternoon on Thursday[1].
1) Write an intro email to VP listserv.
2) Write a review of Eleanor Arnason's A Woman of the Iron People for the Medialog and submit it to SF Mistressworks.
3) Write about Harmony and Rocket Girls for the Medialog.
[spoiler: I liked all three of the above, in different ways and for different reasons.]
4) Contact my parents, via email or phone.
5) Write some postcards, now that I have some and the mailstrike lockout is over.
6) Email various people to whom I owe email.
7) Email locals in an attempt to create a local social network.
8) Start writing the next story, for which I have a potential title ("Southbound"?) and a vague idea.
... wow, that looks like a lot of words. Better get started.
[1] Thursday from 11:30 was supposed to be "walk to celebratory crepe lunch, pick up a smart from the smart carshare, dropuilos at Waterfront Station to sort out some ZipCar stupidity, drive back to the vicinity of home, talk to the bank about a wire transfer and credit limit, go home having taken at most a couple hours for this, and finish the workday." I hadn't reckoned with Vancouver being the least car-friendly city I've ever encountered. Unlabeled one-way streets and no left turns off Georgia meant I had both unexpected death-defying incidents and an unexpected trip through Stanley Park and across the Lions Gate bridge, which was very pretty but not really something I wanted to be paying $0.35/minute to see twice. Nor had I reckoned with the left hand/right hand ignorance of Vancity Credit Union and Vancity Visa. Five hours and an extra trip on foot to the bank later, I get to wait 'til Monday to see if the credit limit's been sorted, because everything was closed on Friday for Canada Day. At which point I gave up on the rest of the day.
0) Put in another 2-3 hours of Work to make up for the completely wasted afternoon on Thursday[1].
1) Write an intro email to VP listserv.
2) Write a review of Eleanor Arnason's A Woman of the Iron People for the Medialog and submit it to SF Mistressworks.
3) Write about Harmony and Rocket Girls for the Medialog.
[spoiler: I liked all three of the above, in different ways and for different reasons.]
4) Contact my parents, via email or phone.
5) Write some postcards, now that I have some and the mail
6) Email various people to whom I owe email.
7) Email locals in an attempt to create a local social network.
8) Start writing the next story, for which I have a potential title ("Southbound"?) and a vague idea.
... wow, that looks like a lot of words. Better get started.
[1] Thursday from 11:30 was supposed to be "walk to celebratory crepe lunch, pick up a smart from the smart carshare, drop
uilos at Waterfront Station to sort out some ZipCar stupidity, drive back to the vicinity of home, talk to the bank about a wire transfer and credit limit, go home having taken at most a couple hours for this, and finish the workday." I hadn't reckoned with Vancouver being the least car-friendly city I've ever encountered. Unlabeled one-way streets and no left turns off Georgia meant I had both unexpected death-defying incidents and an unexpected trip through Stanley Park and across the Lions Gate bridge, which was very pretty but not really something I wanted to be paying $0.35/minute to see twice. Nor had I reckoned with the left hand/right hand ignorance of Vancity Credit Union and Vancity Visa. Five hours and an extra trip on foot to the bank later, I get to wait 'til Monday to see if the credit limit's been sorted, because everything was closed on Friday for Canada Day. At which point I gave up on the rest of the day.
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Date: 2011-07-03 08:08 pm (UTC)Also, phoey on things that take stupidly long.
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Date: 2011-07-03 09:09 pm (UTC)Getting signed up to the group was also an exercise in moderate frustration and general failure to convince Yahoo to talk to my Google account. Stupid Yahoo. Stupid Thursday all around, at least after about 6:30.