Ellie Coral's online workbench… mind the mess.
Just seconds after writing that title for this post, I realized that should have been the game title. Oh, well. Look at what took me all of 4-6 hours to create. At least I think it was that long. I have time blindness, so certain activities feel like they take only a few minutes while…
Or “Ellie Doesn’t Quite Dip Back in the Fandom Pool, But She Gets Her Toes Damp” Part of the challenge of not having a job outside the house is that you have to keep yourself occupied, or you’ll end up wandering off to clean something or staring into the void and pondering every life decision…
I don’t have a whole lot to talk about right now because doing so would involve spoiling things. But I can tell you that this is becoming a regular sight for me: Not that exact screen, of course. Just lines and lines of code. For a wonder, I understand most of it. What I like…
Look at me being productive and keeping my word about finishing projects.
As a revived fan of Patrick F. McManus, I’m trying to make up for lost time by reacquainting myself with this works, like Whatchagot Stew: A Memoir of an Idaho Childhood, with Recipes and Commentaries, a (mostly) nonfiction volume he wrote with his sister, Patricia McManus Gass (real OGs know her as The Troll). You…
It’s been a while, Seeker. I didn’t forget you, but I had a very good reason for not giving you any guidance recently: it was time for you to take action. I know you’re the type to look at a situation from every angle possible, but it was getting to the point where you were…
Very brief thoughts, because I don’t want to spend any more time thinking about grad school than I have to from now on.
What, you don’t mentally paste players’ faces onto characters when they use their regular speaking voices? That’s just me? As a fellow Southerner, I can verify that CaseOh is pronouncing “twenty” correctly. Don’t let the Yankees tell you otherwise.
Wu-Tang can be for the children for all I care. My material isn’t kid-friendly, anyway.
Today is my last day of classes. I just submitted my final assignment. I’m done with graduate school. Well, almost. For whatever reason, my university doesn’t hold a summer commencement ceremony, so I’ll have to attend the one in the fall. But as far as coursework goes, I’m finished. You’d think I’d be ecstatic. You’d…