I have to share this here. Apparently Ryan has been talking superheroes with other kids at childcare. I've previously shared his understanding of Spider-Man (he kills naughty spiders). Just today, however, he shared with me his latest fascination, namely Iron Man. Oh, and Iron Man's associate, a giant green man that wears purple underwear and is very strong and can smash bad guys. Goes by the name of (ahem) The Honk.
I refrained from correcting him ("No, Ryan, we say 'The
Incredible
Honk'."). He's also asked me whether Iron Man and the Honk are good friends. I suddenly find myself having to explain the concept of Science Bros to my little boy.
Being a father is quite possibly the best gig ever. HONK SMASH!
Dear god, the fanfic idea that just came to mind, about an adorable little boy and his adorable father discussing superheroes in earshot of Bruce and Tony.
adorable little boy and his adorable father discussing superheroes in earshot of Bruce and Tony.
And we shall call it...The Adorables!
The Incredibles got nuthin' on them.
Whoever asked, I don't expect to meet the new person until the big meeting on the first. But, like I said, generally the challenge is to keep my expectations low enough, like find the floor and keep digging, low enough(If your sister is a social worker, I'm sure she works like a tiger for her clients, but I've only had one out of every twenty, maybe, act like that.) So, it's nice of y'all to wish me someone great, but that really is like Christmas in July. Generally, they act like *I* should be checking on them, instead. I just don't want to get threatened again--that would be fab.
I got an e-mail this morning telling me I did *not* get the job with the academic editing place. I'm not at all surprised, and I know I gave it my best shot. If that test was representative of the type of manuscripts they send out for editing, then I really would have been in over my head if they had hired me.
That's what the practical side of my brain says. My raging ego, however, fucking HATES failing at anything. Haaaaaaates. I am trying to remind myself of the immortal words of T. Rex (or Ryan North): Failure is just success rounded down!
Still keeping my fingers crossed about the AMA job. They aren't making a decision until the end of the month, so I should probably uncross my fingers so I can get stuff done. The material is entirely within my knowledge/experience base, and I think I did really well on the test. And my boss (who also freelances for the AMA, which is how I found out about the position) put in a good word for me, so I'm hopeful.
And I have an editing test due for the sexy book company next week. That also seems squarely within my abilities, so I'm hopeful.
Still, my ego HATES being rejected.
wrod.
Even though you know you couldn't get every job, or in my case, appear in every publication.
Stopping by to share this gem.
(poof! disappears again)
Goes by the name of (ahem) The Honk.
We don't have cable, so my toddler twins' exposure to children's television is pretty impoverished. Aside from what we get at the public library, they catch an occasional glimpse on hotel TVs when traveling.
After our last trip they started begging and pleading for us to get some "Little Cheese Man" DVDs. It took quite a while to figure out that the Little Cheese Man was actually SpongeBob SquarePants. But, in fact, he does look more like a little cheese man than any sponge the boys have ever seen.
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Little cheese man!! Love it.
