Because I Have Lacked Lists Recently

The thesis is done and turned in, and so that means that it is time for Lizzle to take back the blogosphere. At times, I've used this blog to fit a variety of purposes (unfortunately, none of them are remotely professional and can be used on a resume, which is a pity, indeed), from a mini-travelogue to a journal of thoughts and experiments. In the foreseeable future -- i.e. the next two weeks -- this blog will serve as a journal and a job-hunt diary.

This isn't really related to anything.

But before I get into all that, I must make the disclaimer that a good family member encouraged me to restart the blog. I have interesting things to note (such as, in the midst of cleaning my room, I found two copies of Parzival, a 12th-century epic German poem -- how did they get there?), but there are some things that I don't want all of you oh-so-many readers to know about. So I'm going to be circumspect, while still putting out some content.

• Watching the latest episodes of Sherlock really puts a damper in getting other things done, such as cleaning one's room or sending out various thank-you notes for graduation accumulations.
• Goodreads keeps on making me friends with people I have not consented to being friends with on their website. Facebook is behind all of this -- I am friends with them on Facebook, therefore Goodreads must think they can assign me as a book-buddy to anyone they desire. They will be hearing from my settings very shortly.
• There is too much stuff in my room. I recently found an old chapstick that expired in 2004. I also found an invitation to a ceilidh in November 2010 in Edinburgh. I remember that ceilidh.
• I like moaning piteously at things. Particularly at night.
• Computers are anathema to productivity. I have a lot of things I could be doing, and yet if there is a computer on and within 50 feet of me, I'm on it. Somehow I find myself on Facebook, or on Gmail, or on webcomics. This is never a problem with blogging. Ever.Music and iPods have put a damper on how productively I think. Listening to music is like watching tv for me, but without actually having to watch tv. It babysits my brain instead of letting it function on its own like that of a capable adult's. I can have really interesting conversations in my head, not unlike the first dozen exchanges in this transcript from the Big Bang Theory.