#589 – Running Late


Hi folks. I’m going to be brief because we had really bad problems with our microphone before our show, and that delayed our start over an hour, and we were going to run a half hour late anyway, and then we added another full set, and well … we’re going to be on the radio until midnight, so this is what you get.

Today’s been a good day, although I still haven’t heard anything on my algebra grades. Hopefully sometime Monday.

Our Aussie friend and fellow DJ is visiting for a few days, so I might be kinda short with the posts while he’s here. Hope you understand.

#588 – It’s Official!


We have an apartment to move into come January!

We went this afternoon to go sign paperwork and drop off the check for all our move-in expenses. Pretty much the only thing left for us to do to make the apartment ours is to pick up the keys and the gate remotes on the 26th.

I’m very excited about this move, although I’m not pleased with the time frame. The spring semester will have just started, and I am liable to be up to my neck in studying and homework at that point. It means I likely won’t be able to help much during the actual move dates and will probably have to go to a coffee shop someplace to study while everyone’s lugging furniture back and forth. I hate it, I really do, but given the difficulties I had with getting behind in the fall semester, I’ve got to make school my absolutely highest priority.

Speaking of school, I got my final grade in biology fundamentals – 95% for a solid A. I’m pleased with that. I just wish that my algebra grades were going to be so high. I’ll be lucky to pass that course with a C, most likely.

Still trying to get the hang of writing daily again. I’m sure it will come back to me soon.

#587 – The Road to Hell


… is paved with good intentions.

Today was my first day since August that I didn’t feel like I had any obligations, and my body reacted strongly to the feeling by keeping me in bed until mid-afternoon. I cancelled my radio show, I went out to eat with my wife, I went for coffee and ice cream afterwards, and the rest of the day I’ve been avoiding anything resembling responsibility like the plague.

My mind, however, was not completely on board with this plan. I spent the majority of the afternoon and early evening feeling guilty that I wasn’t doing something. I took a dinner date to distract me from that, so as the evening progressed the feeling went away.

So that’s why the road to hell is paved with good intentions – I was going to write today about everything I’ve been up to and instead I’m putting what’s basically another placeholder with very little information. I’ll fill you guys in … soon. Tomorrow is looking busy, so I make no promises.

For those who have been asking me, I have not yet received my final grades for the semester. I’ll let you know when I hear something.

Day of Grades


Today in algebra class I turned in my fourth quiz and got back my first homework assignment, my third quiz, and my first test, all in one shot.

The homework assignment wasn’t a big worry, since the answers for most of the questions were in the back of the book, and I checked those questions once I completed them to make sure I was right, or to find out what I needed to change to get the correct answer. These were graded on a ten point scale and I got full marks, 10/10.

The quiz was a concern, however. This was the quiz that I turned in early because of my trip to California last month, and as soon as I got through the lecture that day I knew I’d screwed up. My instructor even told me there was one that he saw on a perfunctory glance that I got wrong, so I went in expecting the worst. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I’d scored an 85 on it.

Then came the test. This was my first closed-book grade in the course and I was very nervous. I took over an hour to get through the 11 questions on it and I left thinking that it could have gone either way. I was worried, though. This one single test represented 21% of my final grade, so if I screwed up even one question, it would measurably affect things in the long run. I flipped the paper over and saw “94 – Very Good!” and I could feel the tension melt away.

The best I can tell, I’m carrying an A average in both algebra and biology, which I’m very happy with at this point in the semester. It’s been a bit of a struggle at times juggling the demands of two classes, but for the most part things have been relatively stress-free. I don’t anticipate that continuing into next semester, however. The plan is to take on a full-time course load, and that’s going to cause some changes in my daily routines. Some things on my checklist will go by the wayside because I just won’t have time to keep doing them. One of those things might be this blog, to an extent. I have written nearly every day this calendar year and I just don’t see me continuing to do that with a 12 credit hour schedule. I’ll likely either drop to a couple times a week, or have to severely curtail how verbose I get here. Still not sure which I’m going to wind up doing. (You guys read this thing, what do you think? Same detailed, long-winded posts less often, or still daily, just with shorter posts? Let me know in the comments or on one of my social media feeds if that’s how you got here.)

We were anticipating a weekend off from being social, but a friend pointed out that the SCA event that’s being held this weekend by the Norman, Oklahoma group is actually taking place in north Texas, which shaves about two and a half to three hours off the drive time, making it considerably more accessible. My wife and I haven’t visited our friends in the north of the kingdom for at least twelve years and we’ve been wanting to find a way to get up and spend some time with them. (For those unaware, the SCA kingdom that I live in is comprised of Oklahoma and that part of Texas in the Central time zone – in other words, basically everything but El Paso, so Oklahoma is north for us here in Austin.) We poked and prodded the budget and made this weekend’s event a possibility, so at this point we’re planning on attending. My therapist would be very happy to hear just how social I’ve been over the last five or six weeks.