In spite of the fact that I’m moving in just over a week, quitting my job of eight years, and prepping to begin graduate school, I looked at my life and decided that there simply weren’t enough changes to adjust to. To that end, I am now shedding 25 years of history and using contact lenses instead of glasses. The logic here was that I’m on my current job’s vision plan until the end of the month, and I’ve spent a lot of years not taking advantage of it. Well no more of that! Now I can join the ranks of people who stick their fingers in their eye on a daily basis. Continue reading
I discovered that I don’t really like writing.
Okay, that’s not true. I do like writing. I like sitting down to the keyboard and hammering something out, posting it, and maybe responding to a few comments. But what I discovered is that’s about as far as my love goes. Continue reading
One the worst days, I feel like the chief purpose of the internet is to share opinions. Well, “share” might be too strong a word. More like “declare” them. We all have to guide our way through our Facebook feeds to keep our heckles from rising as we read the various opinions from our friends that angry up the blood. Blogging has a particular tendency toward this, because it allows for things to be a little more long-form and thought-out (ideally). In spite of the fact that The Rumpus Room started as a board game blog, in my quest for more content I’ve expanded to a wider range of topics, mostly revolving around 1) piddly crap that interests me and 2) my kids. Continue reading
Look, I hate overwrought media hoopla as much as the next person. But that being said, I’m a total sucker for the lead-up to a big storm. For those who don’t live in the Kansas City area, we are evidently about the get buried in a good 8 inches of the white stuff, and very likely more. Snow storms are great, because big ones start getting quiet murmurs as far out as a week. I’m lucky enough to have one of those jobs that actually gets snow days when things get bad enough, so a day where more than six inches falls means I won’t have to brave the elements. That’s not as relaxing as it used to be now that I have kids and a driveway to shovel, but I’ll take it anyway. Besides, if the kids become too much of a headache I can arm them with shovels and bundle them up. Just like that, both problems are solved. Continue reading
I like Christmas songs a lot, but I don’t think any of us could doubt that a large percentage of holiday music is terrible. This became obvious when I discovered 24-hour Christmas music stations, and realized that a couple of songs were awful no matter what. There’s a magical balance between schmaltz and earnest emotion that only the most skilled of musicians can hit. I’m more tolerant of sacred music, if only because it resonates on a deeper level for me and isn’t played mercilessly on the radio. There are awful versions of good songs too, like all of those overwrought renditions of O Holy Night. But there are some that are terrible at a deeper level, the kind that make you change the station before you are compelled to jump out a window. Continue reading
Ah, autumn. It makes me think of changing leaves, chili, football, and in Kansas City, eye-watering allergies. But now that we’re in the second half of October, it also means that were starting to see rumblings of the holiday season approaching. I say “holiday season” not as some kind of liberal War on Christmas©, but to actually reflect how the last three months of the year tend to run together. Continue reading
When I saw Patrick Rothfuss at his reading this spring, he discussed the idea of writer’s block, and how it’s really just an excuse for writers to not do their work. It’d be like a plumber saying that he didn’t feel like plumbing (?) today, so he has plumber’s block. Writers just have the added advantage that they have a word for it that makes it sound more legit. It was one of the things that gave me the inspiration to write more frequently, or at least to keep doing so. Continue reading