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azurelunatic) wrote2004-08-21 12:52 am
azurelunatic) wrote2004-08-21 12:52 am
Notes on things: the book, the day, assorted people
Had to dig up information on the Christopher Little / Etzioni plagiarism issue in "Communitarianism: A New Threat for Gun Owners" that I discovered a while ago to cite it properly in the current book I'm writing. I'm using this case as a case for looking up the original source materials of anything you read on the web or cited elsewhere, just to make sure it was cited correctly. I was bored, so I did it; you don't have to be bored to do it.
Day: kerplop.
Woke up before my brain did. Went shopping. Brain was pastede on yey. Drove Angel around.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx was my co-pilot. Came home. Crashed hard. Was feeling like I'd already used up too many of my personal interaction spoons for the day. Called in personal. I think I'd made the right decision there, because getting through the evening was rough, even though it was theoretically a fun-filled evening out with the family. First, I'd gotten the information on the meet-the-teacher meeting down wrong; it was two hours earlier. Dammit! So then we went out, and there was trouble finding the place we were going to go eat (in addition to tension based on pre-existing issues). It was an evening that wound up being full of extraneous social awkwardness. Notably, the Little Fayoumis was on near-perfect behavior, due in large part to the fact that he didn't get very much of a chance to get bored (and as soon as he did get bored, I diverted him by pointing out the really pretty light fixtures).
We all wound up being a little too zonked to go out for dessert out, so I took the car and hit up Trader Joe's for Ben & Jerry's. By the time we got back from that and I got the power bill check written out, all my face-time spoons were gone.
Got a nice chat in withamberfox about chunks of the proposed book.
Hugs to assorted people, most of whom know who they are, including but not limited to certain mage-types who know what "angstwanker" means, certain instances of the type "hotlips", certain priestess-confessors, and certain Bastard Operators from Dell. (If, of course, current mental states allow for huggage and all that.)
Mmm, bed.
Day: kerplop.
Woke up before my brain did. Went shopping. Brain was pastede on yey. Drove Angel around.
marxdarx was my co-pilot. Came home. Crashed hard. Was feeling like I'd already used up too many of my personal interaction spoons for the day. Called in personal. I think I'd made the right decision there, because getting through the evening was rough, even though it was theoretically a fun-filled evening out with the family. First, I'd gotten the information on the meet-the-teacher meeting down wrong; it was two hours earlier. Dammit! So then we went out, and there was trouble finding the place we were going to go eat (in addition to tension based on pre-existing issues). It was an evening that wound up being full of extraneous social awkwardness. Notably, the Little Fayoumis was on near-perfect behavior, due in large part to the fact that he didn't get very much of a chance to get bored (and as soon as he did get bored, I diverted him by pointing out the really pretty light fixtures). We all wound up being a little too zonked to go out for dessert out, so I took the car and hit up Trader Joe's for Ben & Jerry's. By the time we got back from that and I got the power bill check written out, all my face-time spoons were gone.
Got a nice chat in with
amberfox about chunks of the proposed book. Hugs to assorted people, most of whom know who they are, including but not limited to certain mage-types who know what "angstwanker" means, certain instances of the type "hotlips", certain priestess-confessors, and certain Bastard Operators from Dell. (If, of course, current mental states allow for huggage and all that.)
Mmm, bed.
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And right now, there is no spoon.