I am not sure whether anyone is still reading this, but for those who are, I’m going to start posting again, although it may be boring for a while.
A lot has happened in the last year–which is about how long ago I last posted.
I am still at Current U working away at the PhD. I’ll be writing my comprehensives soon, and so I’m doing a lot of reading list reading in additional to my coursework (not much of that these days–I finished my coursework requirements and further classes are just because, well, I like taking classes), my TA responsibilities (not as onerous here as they were at Former U, but also not as engaging or exciting), the odd side project (there are currently two of those), and other less-academic things like sleeping, eating, and obtaining coffee. And petting my cat.
The thing looming largest on my personal horizon is that last summer, my partner of nearly thirteen years, Jack, died suddenly of a heart attack in our home in Major Midwestern City, where he had stayed in our little house with the majority of our menagerie as well as our menage. I had to rush home and make the various arrangements, clean out our little house, make the difficult decision about which of our pets I could keep and which I would have to find other homes for, and all the various horrors that attend upon the primary horror, which is that Jack is gone. Many of the little horrors (endless arrangements, arguments with family over arrangements, the absolute hell that is trying to decide what to save and what to discard of your entire life while 98% of your brain resounds with only the static of grief) were forgotten–gratefully–as soon as they were done, but that primary horror remains and is so far unsoftened by time.
That stress, as often happens, has been compounded by various others, including incredibly bathetic roommate drama (am I not too old for this?, I asked rhetorically–apparently, the answer is no) here in Current City, which will hopefully end next month–Religious Studies Colleague and I plan to become roommates, and are even now in happy possession of appointments to tour prospective apartments. I hope that a new household will be unplagued by the problems of the old one, to wit, roommates who eat all my food and also expect me to clean the dishes off which they ate their ill-gotten gains, as well as everything else in the apartment. There has also, I am sad to admit, been a rebound relationship–of sorts–which was, as all such things are, a terrible idea.
Expect a review of the Percy Jackson books as well as the first (and probably only) movie soon.
And don’t forget the remake of Clash of the Titans, which will be released at the end of March! I expect it to be giant-scorpion-tastic.
