Hubs and I got a new smol fren yesterday. Currently in a foster-to-adopt sitch since we have to make sure our current fren is okay with the addition. Mostly, she’s unimpressed thus far.
Why yes, I do have a podcast now. What kind of millennial would I be if I didn’t?
Docs Watch is the show where real doctors tell you what’s real, what’s not, and what’s maybe possible in your favorite movies and TV shows. I mean, what better use of extensive medical training is there than to answer the questions that come up when we watch superhero, science fiction, and fantasy movies?
I’m really excited about this! My good friend Deepa and I have been working on this project off and on for the last couple of years. It was a slow process since we had to match up very different schedules across a couple of time zones. But now, she lives in St. Louis too! So we finally finished up Season 1 of this show and kicked it out into the world!
Deepa and I are giant nerds, and we used to pass time on night shifts in residency talking about movies and what some of the things shown might look like in real life. What’s that arc reactor in Tony Stark’s chest actually doing? How do you go about providing medical care to an injured super with impenetrable skin? How does medical training work in the wizarding world? We talk about all of these things and more in Season 1!
Our first two episodes are already live:
And new episodes come out every Friday.
If you wanna hear a couple of nerds speculate wildly about movie and TV science, check it out at docswatchpod.com! Or find it on Apple (https://apple.co/381yiLc), Spotify (https://spoti.fi/31VireS), Stitcher (http://bit.ly/2UQf0Vb), or wherever you get your podcasts! If you like it, subscribe, rate, and review (esp on Apple!) — it helps more people find it!
I am 33 years old, and I have ADHD. I was diagnosed at the beginning of December.
But we need to go a little further back than that.
When I left medicine, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do, but I was lucky to have the circumstances to be able to take some time and figure it out. What I settled on was this: I want to write and tell stories full time. And with any luck (and a whole lot of hard work), I’d manage to get published at some point. I wanted (want) to be an author.
So I threw myself into it at the tail end of 2017, reading craft books, figuring out metrics, setting up daily goals. I’d be able to do it consistently for a month, two months, and then there would be an emotional and mental slump that would last anywhere from a couple weeks to a stretch of months. A slump during which it was so hard to get started and put even one word on the page. I didn’t understand what was happening.
It must by my processes, I thought. My systems. After all, the shift from externally driven structure and goals to purely internally driven ones is a difficult one to make. I had a lot of learning to do.
So I read more books. I read process book after process book about hustling, about struggle, about passion and productivity. I heard over and over again, if you can’t do this every single day, you don’t actually want it. Because the flipside to the message “If you love something enough, you’ll just do it,” is that if you can’t, it’s your fault. You didn’t love it enough. You didn’t want it enough.
We don’t talk much about what is hidden in that “just.”
I accidentally picked up a new thread crafty hobby.
Things I learned: Satin stitch is hard (and this thing was mostly satin stitch). French knots are kinda fun. Stabbing yourself with a needle is startling no matter how many times you do it.
Finished most of this while listening to MRK copy edit.
I spent the last week and a half or so in Taiwan on a family trip. We spent a few days in Hualien, visited Taroko Gorge National Park, and then spent the rest of the time wandering around Taipei. A ridiculous number of steamed buns were consumed. (Also, shaved ice. So much shaved ice.)
Now I’m back home and jet lagged and looking forward to not taking another 16 hour plane ride for a long while. That’s entirely too long for any human person to be on a plane.
But! If you’re looking for a fun place to vacation, I’d recommend checking out Taiwan. The geography is interesting, the food is great, and it’s surprisingly affordable to tourist in.
Now, despite the fact that it’s around 8p, I’m going to go to bed. I managed to not take a nap today though, so I count that as a victory.
Adam and I threw a somewhat last minute Spooky Food Potluck party last weekend. Here’s a bunch of pictures!
The hubs and I recently started playing ARK: Survival Evolved, a survival crafting adventure game where you tame dinosaurs. It is unforgiving, but, you know, in a fun way.
Highlights of our first session include:
- A small army of tamed dodos!
- …that were quickly eaten by wild wandering dilophosaurs. (Womp womp.)
- Taming a pair of parasaurs!
- …that also quickly met their end. RIP Hellyeah and Ruby. Hellyeah died trying to defend Adam against a school of piranhas when he overzealously jumped into some water chasing after an oviraptor he wanted to tame. Ruby died trying to protect me against titanoboas (Fuck you, titanoboas.)
- Taming a triceratops!
- …that died trying to defend us against another trike we were trying to tame and who was mad at our efforts.
- I got chased up a mountain by two titanoboas (seriously, fuck you, titanoboas), ran out of stamina, and threw myself off a cliff to escape. And then died from falling, obvs. (Adam talks about this on episode 217 of Coffee with Butterscotch, starting at about 18 minutes in.)
I feel like there’s a pattern in there…
ARK is primarily billed as an online multiplayer game.* You can form up tribes and go to war against each other or try to carve out a peaceful settlement for yourself, though good luck going that route if you’re playing on open servers. Hubs and I play on our own private server so that we can hang out and game together without having to worry about randoms intruding into our space and fucking up all our shit. (As though dinosaurs fucking up all our shit wasn’t enough to begin with.)
Here’s what we learned so far after we muddled through our first few sessions on dino island.
I took my car in for an inspection yesterday, and got a call this morning that there is a part that needs to be replaced. (He told me the part, of course, but I promptly forgot it because my brain is a sieve when it comes to car stuff.) Unexpected, but also not. My car is something like ten years old. That it hasn’t needed more maintenance up to this point is a minor miracle, really. Especially since it handles the bulk of our road trips to various parental units.
But when someone says to you “It’s not technically a safety issue because it’s not completely broken yet” and it’s about a car part that seems important for general car-ing…
There’s some drama in the taxonomy community in Twitter regarding the taxonomy methods in this paper that came out a few days ago.
I don’t know anything about taxonomy, but look at this:
Someone named a species of parasitic wasp after Escape Pod?! How absurdly COOL (and fittingly SF) is that?
It is internet official now, which means I can announce it — I am one of the new associate editors for the Hugo-nominated science fiction podcast magazine Escape Pod!
I’M SO FLIPPING EXCITED, YOUDON’TEVENKNOW. (Apologies to Shiv and Phoebe for drawing over their bios a little.)
Excuse me while I go squeal some more in the corner.