November 14th, 2010

Doctor Who - 10 in snow, Whu? (Doctor Who - 10 in Snow)

Thirty Years

If I had to time travel thirty years into the past--which is within my own lifetime, mind you--I would not be able to fit in. If for no other reason (and there would be other reasons), I would seem incredibly hyperactive and attention deficit.

The question is, would I be able to shed all the multi-tasking, phone-checking, can't-sit-still behaviors I've developed just to keep up with this world? Could I sink with relief back into the slower pace?

Or would I be unable to assimilate? Would I move to New York and do one of those jobs everyone needed cocaine to keep on top of--but I probably wouldn't at this point? I have a feeling your average connected 20-something now is firing on more cylinders than a top exec of decades past--and all just to keep up with their social networks and obligations.

And that's not even adding in the layers and layers of stress-coping mechanisms I've developed in a day job whose pressures increase exponentially quarterly with no commensurate give anywhere. (This is a situation that the employed find themselves in a lot in this recession, I'm given to understand. This is also a widespread phenomenon.)

Bleah, she said as she tried to settle down and really focus on her manuscript.
Cat reading Newspaper

Copy Edit versus the Cat


Just shy of the last chapter, Merlin decided to help out and put some of his writing cat energy into the manuscript. I caught him here mid-yawn.

You know that sentence with "only" from a few days ago? *facepalm* I don't think I read that sentence right or something--this is perhaps why I shouldn't do this when tired--because the CE moved only, didn't delete it. Um. My bad. Well, that's why we do more than one pass. Or more than two. Maybe more than three, if I have time.

Here's what the thing looked like after putting a flag on everything I decided I couldn't just stet/not stet at a glance, and might need to look up or justify or ponder or give some time to surrendering:


In related news, I need to go look at the Historical Thesaurus of the OED tomorrow to find out if there's something more in period for bedsore and slagging. I find it hard to believe that pressure ulcers (i.e., bedsores) were an unknown problem until Florence Nightingale, and I likewise need a good word for slagging that wasn't born in the same decade as me and so darn British that it will confuse my American readers. (Wise thoughts on both these words welcome, O friendslist.)