I look for the truth of things.. which might sound mystical and all, except that I actually look for stuff that is, you know, true. Mostly that means remembering where I know things from, and saying "I'm not entirely sure about that, but I think I remember... lemme check my sources."

I listen before I talk... which means that when in groups, I almost never talk at all.

For the next few months, what I'm mostly doing is supporting my oldest daughter. She's taking a double-full-time load of classes at college, all serious stuff... some chemistry, some physics, and worst of all, English 101. She has to clean her rabbit's cage herself, but otherwise she gets taken care of. I find it a little odd, but you do the work that's in front of you.

Oooh, books. I can't list all of the ones I like. The Terry Pratchett, Connie Willis, and Steven Brust keep getting read until they disintegrate, and I had to get the expensive hardbound edition of the "Chronicles of Master Li and Number Ten Ox" because the world ran out of paperback copies.

The last musical thing that really struck me was running into ThePianoGuys' version of the "Mission Impossible" theme, which trailed off into looking at random Lindsey Stirling videos at three in the morning. In the background, I keep listening to Foo Fighters, Amanda Palmer, and various really skilled guitarists.

Tempting to go look for six titles on the bookshelves, but.. seriously, a purpose, something that needs done. A computer of some kind, something I can write code on. Something to do with my hands... dishes, painting, Rock Band, whatever. I'm not sure about three more things.