Bad romance

Do you know how they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder?  They’re so not lying.

As some of you may know, I lived in a long distance relationship for years…with snow.

In my mind, snow was this glorious, amazing thing.  It blanketed everything in sparkles.  It seemed to make everything just a bit quieter, just a bit cleaner, just a bit more magical.

Snow was fun.  It was playful.  Flirty. Romantic.

I’d missed it so much that when I came home for Christmas holidays to discover there wasn’t any snow on the ground… I was a little heartbroken.  Felt a bit stood up.

So I returned to Oz and continued to pine for snow.  By that time it had become pretty clear to me that I’d fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with snow.  At least I thought I’d fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with snow.

Then I moved back to Canada.  I was excited to experience the colour changes of fall, experience drastic changes of the seasons and finally, finally be reunited with snow.

When I caught the first glimpse of snow on Halloween that year, I was pretty damn excited.

But then the snow just kept coming.  It brought with it freezing weather, dry skin, wet boots, slippery sidewalks, treacherous driving conditions, and long, dark, dreary days.

Snow was kind of a disappointment.  Snow was a bit of a douche who didn’t know when it was time to go home and never cleaned up after himself.

It didn’t take long for me to realise I wasn’t at all in love with snow.  I was in love with the idea of snow.  Living with the reality of snow never, ever compared to the fantasy I’d built up about it in my head.  What a bummer.

My love for snow was all but gone by the end of that first winter home.  These days, I try to avoid it at all costs…

 

…That’s my long winded way of saying I’m kinda glad Snowmegeddon didn’t happen today.  And I’m not at all sorry for feeling that way.

 

 
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Ten on Tuesday: Maths

While it may feel like a Monday, it is definitely Tuesday… which means time for Ten on Tuesday, hosted by the lovely Chelsea.  This week’s questions were provided by a maths-teaching friend of hers.

0.01×10^2. What was your best/worst day in math class?

There was never a best day when it came to me and maths.  Every maths class was worse than the last.  I truly, truly hated it and the second I could stop taking maths, I did. (Yes, my last maths class was in grade 10).

20×10^-1. Who was your favorite/least favorite math teacher? Why?
My favourite maths teacher was Mr. N, because he took the time with those of us that hated and didn’t get math to make sure we learned.

My least favourite math teacher would be every other math teacher I ever had.  haha

3×10^0. Is it okay to be bad at math if English is more your thing?
I think so.  I mean, my brain just does not lend itself to maths and sciences.  I find it kinda funny that I hate maths so much, but love music.  But yes, everyone’s brains work in different ways.  I think it’s important to learn maths, but I think it’s okay to be bad at it.

0.4×10^1. How does this video make you feel?
It didn’t really make me feel…anything? If it were for real, I might be a little concerned about humanity. 😉

500×10^-2. What do you like/not like about math?
My brain just doesn’t work that way, so when you get down to the really complicated stuff, I kinda zone out.  Luckily, I don’t think that’s the kind of math that people use in their day-to-day, so I think we’re okay.

0.006×10^3. What makes someone a nerd?
Oh, man.  There isn’t one thing exactly.  And then I have to explore the geek versus nerd thing again.  I think this is such a subjective thing.

7×10^0. Who is the nerdiest person you know?
Me? I dunno.  I know heaps of nerdy people, cuz I’m one myself.

80×10^-1. What is the nerdiest thing you’ve ever done?
Okay, fuck.  I’ll admit it.  I dressed up as Deanna Troi from ST:TNG. When I was ten.

0.9×10^1. Do you think GraphJam is funny?
Occasionally.

10×10^1. Have you ever used math outside of school?
Yes, but basic stuff.

A new (blog) home

So, I’ve tossed around the idea of  finally registering a domain and using my some of my skills to set up a blog that I could customize and play around with.

I wanted something that felt more me (read: customizable) and was looking forward to dropping the ‘blogspot’ bit from my blog’s url.  No offence to blogger, we’ve had a good three years together.  I just felt that it was time to move on.

In true GFM style, I thought about it for a long time, trying to decide if I would stick to this particular handle, if I really wanted to actually register a domain, if I was going to take the time to set it up and whether or not I would actually use it, because, let’s be honest, I’m a sporadic blogger at best.

But as someone pointed out to me when I was voicing this out loud, they’ve always known me to be the girl from Mars, it fits.  I do have the ability to register, set up and customize a new blog.  And maybe that would encourage me to be less sporadic and more purposeful about posting.

Once I’d finally come to all those decisions, again, in true GFM fashion, I had registered my domain, set up my host, installed WordPress on it, browsed for a theme, installed that and began adding my badgets, widgets and list of favourites to my blogroll.

It may take me forever to finally come to a decision, but once I do… I move fast on it.

That would be my long-winded way of saying, welcome to the new home of GFM’s blog, folks.  I reckon I’m going to like it here.