At the risk of reading like my brother-in-law's Twitter feed: Ooh, McRibs are back. And McDonald's Monopoly isn't quite ended. If they'd just had Shamrock Shakes they'd have the perfect week for time-limited McDonald's choices.
In other news, my father took my grumbling about my job and desire to work fewer hours as an invitation to suggest all the ways that my hunting for an academic position is wrong and to offer suggestions on how I should go about it. This is invariably agonizing for me, only partly because academic jobs do not work like non-academic jobs and please stop giving job-hunting advice based on the wrong genre to people looking for academic jobs. Those of us who want to be in academia thank you for your concern and for your desire to care but you're not helping. Just talk about how sorry you are we aren't finding things and agree that hiring committees are wrong-headed and community colleges need to get over themselves. Thank you.
Another part of what makes it agonizing is that my father is confident what I really need to do is exploit my connections better. Perhaps I do. But he is under the impression that his connections are my connections, which they are not. Why haven't I given Harold a call and asked for his help? Well, because I don't know anyone named Harold. Given that, it would be odd for me to locate someone named Harold and ask a favor. When he gave Harold a last name I realized it was someone he knows reasonably well, and that I may have spoken with on the phone a whole time to pass a message on. Almost all his suggested contacts are like that, people I don't know and have no way of contacting except through him, and him not giving me contact information even if I did work up the courage to ask a stranger for a big favor. This is the sort of thing that makes me pretend I have to go to the bathroom.
Trivia: Competitors at the 28 October 1981 national videogame championship in the Chicago Exposition Center found that hosts Tournament Games had not set the 250 Centipede games on free play for the invited practice sessions, nor disabled the internal timers which limited games to three minutes. The checks written to cover prizes also bounced; Atari covered the balance. Source: The Ultimate History of Video Games, Steven L Kent.
Currently Reading: Augustus: The Golden Age Of Rome, G P Baker.