Occasionally, I'll type in the wrong username or password.
We all do, I imagine anyway. I, like most of us, have several, some of my choosing, some dictated, some a second choice or more dictated by some other bastard who took a name first. Nothing too exciting there.
The thing is, I put in my college username, which I do still actually get to use for webmail until they cut me off, being now an alumnus, which should be soon. Actually, I get to keep using it until forever and ever, as far as I can tell: it'll stil work as an email address, and should be (or rather, probably shouldn't be but is) able to unlock various of the secret mysteries which are the sanctum sanctorum of my dear alma mater. Or something like that.
Also, it's a pet peeve when people misuse the forms of alumni. Alumnus is one male, alumna is one female, alumnae is for more than one female, and alumni is for more than one male or mixed group. My girlfriend does this, but I'm trying to break her of the habit.
Back to the username. The reason I mention the oh-so-exciting details of how I get to keep it for my very own forever and ever is that I just had a rather silly little thought. I thought something like 'Gee, I'll never use that again' when I typed my college username in instead of my diaryland username. Ridiculous. Not only not true (which could be forgiven as a momentary slip), but also a new low in wistful silliness. I've plenty of things to be wistful about or beginning to miss or just plain begrudgingly growing up into, but a bloody username? Come on. What's with you, man?
Here, let me give it back -- op! You fell for that too! (10 bonus points if you know that one.)
Also, I think it may show a bit in my writing that I was reading guildenstern just before writing this.
Also, it's late and I feel rather foolish. I have a real problem with dragging my feet sometimes, by which more specifically I mean that I need to commit more fully to getting things done to get ready to go to Chicago. I can't afford more than a few - if any - more throw-away days like today.
I feel like I say over and over I have much to do without getting it done. Do I have more than I actually do, and just eventually have to do whatever I can, even if it's incomplete of where it should be (whatever should means)? Do I overestimate and take the time I need anyhow? Have I just over-developed the last-minute work skills/ethic/preference? Is it some weird subconscious 'look at me, oh-so-busy, I'm important like-me-please' thing?
I've wondered about that. Except for the overestimation (perhaps), I think the rest of that all applies to some extent, varying with time and specifics.
I hate to lose at games. It occurs to me jsut now that it would help a lot in the near future if I could harness that to real life somehow. I'm not really sure how; boxes don't play a song when I pack them, bags of junk don't flash and beep when I throw them away, and there is no scale that shows how many turns in the future I'll find my ass a job. Still, there should be something, as that last bit was more self-mockery and critique of gaming than real analysis of the problem/idea/solution. Rewards don't tend to work; I want for something in the self-discipline department, which usually cuts that off. Then again, if I make it more formal, keep records, plan in advance, etc., that might do something. I do need to take a page from gaming and do some serious updated economic thinking and plan that out in cost estimates and so forth.
Food for thought, at least.
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