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1. I undug my silk shirt and skirt and sandals today and wore those outside. Wearing pants just didn't seem appealing in this weather. I pity men not manly enough for kilts.
2. My beautiful Beautifeel sandals, though, that were so wonderful last year that I would take them to overnight trips (I don't take things not proven reliable on overnight trips) this year had prominent seams that chafed and vexed me passing sore. I strolled through Glebe parks barefoot instead, barefoot in the grass. It was lovely.
3. I have decided that I will try to gain some more cash by doing what else I know how to do besides selling chocolate and doing psycholinguistic research: going back to writing Reach questions. The good news is that I am not scheduled to work on any weekday this week; the bad news is that I am not scheduled to work on any weekday this week. So I pulled out Reach's requirements for a pack they would pay $100 for (at least, they did in 2006, after, of course, they take their sweet time, along with Canada Post's slow deer, forming a contract, mailing it to me, me mailing it back, and them mailing me a check) and set to writing questions.
It took me three hours, with many distractions, to complete a pack, which ends up being the equivalent of about double my hourly income if I get paid for it well. I am sorry, Reach, for slighting you as a source of income; you do pay. The problem is remembering whether I had written such questions before, for Reach at least. I really really want to pull out old trivia night or VETO or Hybrid Tournament questions and just copy-and-paste, but a little voice in my head says that is dishonest (tweaking and adjusting them a little, on the other hand...) This time I haven't downloaded LaTeX to my computer, so I am writing in dear OpenOffice.org and exporting the packs to PDF.
If I don't die of boredom, I shall flood Reach with questions to supply their regional, provincial and national tournaments for the next decade. Wish me luck not dying of boredom. If all else fails, I shall do what someone appeared to do for the Nationals, and write an entire pack of trigonometry questions. The children of the future shall curse my name, if they knew it.
2. My beautiful Beautifeel sandals, though, that were so wonderful last year that I would take them to overnight trips (I don't take things not proven reliable on overnight trips) this year had prominent seams that chafed and vexed me passing sore. I strolled through Glebe parks barefoot instead, barefoot in the grass. It was lovely.
3. I have decided that I will try to gain some more cash by doing what else I know how to do besides selling chocolate and doing psycholinguistic research: going back to writing Reach questions. The good news is that I am not scheduled to work on any weekday this week; the bad news is that I am not scheduled to work on any weekday this week. So I pulled out Reach's requirements for a pack they would pay $100 for (at least, they did in 2006, after, of course, they take their sweet time, along with Canada Post's slow deer, forming a contract, mailing it to me, me mailing it back, and them mailing me a check) and set to writing questions.
It took me three hours, with many distractions, to complete a pack, which ends up being the equivalent of about double my hourly income if I get paid for it well. I am sorry, Reach, for slighting you as a source of income; you do pay. The problem is remembering whether I had written such questions before, for Reach at least. I really really want to pull out old trivia night or VETO or Hybrid Tournament questions and just copy-and-paste, but a little voice in my head says that is dishonest (tweaking and adjusting them a little, on the other hand...) This time I haven't downloaded LaTeX to my computer, so I am writing in dear OpenOffice.org and exporting the packs to PDF.
If I don't die of boredom, I shall flood Reach with questions to supply their regional, provincial and national tournaments for the next decade. Wish me luck not dying of boredom. If all else fails, I shall do what someone appeared to do for the Nationals, and write an entire pack of trigonometry questions. The children of the future shall curse my name, if they knew it.