Kaymyth

I'd ask if she realized you were on an interview call, but of course she did. 'Cause she doesn't care about any opportunities for you outside an x-mile radius of Spokane.

It doesn't surprise me that was debunked, but the fan thing totally makes up for it. I love it when the world decides to be weird.

I've heard weird stories about peoples' teeth fillings picking up radio signals, but they may be entirely apocryphal.

I know that sooner or later, Brandon wants to compile his Cosmere short stories into one volume. So you should get a chance to read them all one of these days.

Oddly, enough, it's just that one onramp to I-35 that lacks a sign. All of the other spots downtown are well-marked, provided you can figure out how to get to them without meandering up and down thirty one-way streets first. I suppose it's better than St. Louis, where it's possible to take a wrong exit and wind up accidentally in Illinois; that particular misstep is also really hard to correct, as getting back onto the highway going the right direction is not easy. (I almost did that once at about 10:30 at night, before the days of GPS. I pulled a freakin' u-turn on that bridge rather than keep going and get lost.) Ugh. No. That would have meant delving into a rabbit warren of one-way streets and weird criss-crossy bridge things. I have a hard enough time navigating that mess in broad daylight, let alone at night with my Every Light Makes Halos crappy night vision. Honestly, I think it's less a problem between the two states and more of a problem just with Wyandotte County. Johnson County interfaces pretty neatly with the Missouri side; it's just once you get north enough into Wyandotte and State Line Road disappears that things start to get really squirrelly.

You get work. You chose poorly. *inserts a one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater*

Had to go downtown for a work thing this evening. Downtown, the rabbit warren of one-way streets and extra weird roads angling off in non-Euclidean directions. Oh, and I had to park in parking garage, so naturally my phone couldn't get a signal afterwards to fire up the GPS. So I had to leave the garage, find someplace to park, and then fire up the GPS. Why? Because the onramp to I-35 that I need is on some odd little side street with absolutely no signage. No arrows pointing to it, the ramp itself completely unmarked. You just have know it's there and exactly how to get to it to find it with a GPS. (I'm partly convinced that it doesn't actually exist unless you already know how to find it.) DOWNTOWN KANSAS CITY, THIS IS WHY NOBODY LIKES YOU.

Man, this just brings whole new dimensions to the potential of the Set's awfulness, if Spook is actually orchestrating the kidnapping of his own descendants.

Oh...oh, gods. My brain. But I can't not read it! Augh!

Well, that's the first book. You might have trouble stopping yourself from moving straight on to the next book once you've gotten started.

All of this has happened before, and all of it will happen again.

Codex Alera? It's six books. Even for a lightning-fast reader, that might be a bit much to try and make it through in a weekend.

On the one hand, I am sad and angry that you have to deal with this. You deserve better. On the other...can I just say how extraordinarily, gleefully proud of you I am? You have come so very, very far in just a few short months. You're not blaming yourself anymore. Your self-confidence levels are climbing. This is just such an amazing contrast from where you've been, and it makes me happy to see it.

Oh, people can totally call me immature. Though usually they just skip right past that and call me weird. ("Rosemary, normal people in their 30s don't remember things they learned in high school history classes!") I take the weird bit as a badge of honor, at least. But still, sometimes life around here just seems like this: How Sharders think I adult: How I actually adult:

I am subversive again! (Seriously, why do so many of you think I'm the adultiest adult to ever adult? I'm full of mischief.)

Nerd love is the best love. Argh! Stupid work filters! I still can't see it!

For every unsavory opinion she utters, think of one specific way you can rebel against it once you're on your own. One point per way, five extra bonus points for some way to do it on the sneak while you're still in her house.

I wonder what it says about my marriage that I'm looking at the upcoming Deadpool movie and thinking that it's going to make the perfect Valentine's Day date.

Discworld are usually pretty fast reads. Unless you're a super-slow reader, you ought to be able to get it done in plenty of time.

No. Definitely not. *tucks Steris away into a silk-lined pocket so she doesn't see the awfulness*

Yes. Though I do have Warbreaker and Words of Radiance sitting at home, as-yet unread. I don't think I can get through them both, but I can read Warbreaker over the weekend and save WoR for after BoM.

ewwww

It's not all that weird; if both of your parents are O neg, then there's no way for them to have anything but O neg kids. Recessive genes for the win. (Man, I really hope my story manages to live up to all this hype I've built up.) Not knowing anything about Scrivener or Scapple, I'm afraid I cannot answer. And now, I give you all Kaymyth's Guide To Clearing Your Car In Winter Weather: Snow: * Clear off the entire car. * That means the roof, too. * No really I mean it. * Nobody likes driving behind a wind-induced blizzard. It's dangerous. Don't be That Jerk . Ice: * First, start the car and turn your blower up to high on the defrost setting. If you have a rear window defroster, turn that on, too. * Start by scraping the side windows. Front seat both sides are imperative. I do the rear seats, too, because I prefer maximum visibility when driving on hazardous roads among the hordes of stupid. * By the time you've done the side windows, the rear one should be just about clear on its own. Sweep off any remaining bits of ice. * The front window will also now be partially melted, making it much easier to clear than if you'd started with it. * Thus the car is cleared with maximum efficiency and minimum time spent freezing your extremities off!

The Red Cross doesn't give half a fig about my sad A-positive vitae. Which is fine by me, 'cause they can't have it. (At least, not until they find a way to use needles that aren't larger than my rusting veins.) It's coming out pretty unanimous then. Serialized it is! It'll take a little under two months to do that way, assuming a Mon-Wed-Fri update schedule.