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I almost titled that "more about professional fantasies" but that would have been total bait and switch! Seeing as I meant "enjoyable mentation about potential tech careers" and not "hiring a professional to enact fantasies."

Anyway, I was talking to Spouse today in passing about how I could totally be a network security super geek (this came up because he had to go upstairs to pay the bills and I can't climb the stairs these days and I was like, 'just set up your fancy new router so you can run the desktop from your laptop' and he was like, "um, no"). Anyway, I was feeling confident that I could become a kick-ass network security person/hacker because there is a finite body of knowledge I'd have learn plus problem solving, so I could just start at the beginning with basic reading and then look around for some fun online community to talk about interesting stuff with and finding fun practice projects.

Then Spouse was like, "Yeah, in all your spare time." And I was like, "Well, after Junior is a year old, you know. It would only take a few years. Oh! and then when he's like Munchkin's age, I could get that motorcycle! And I'd be this super hot biker chick with bad ass hacking skills!! Like a Neil Gaiman character!" It sounded like so much fun.

And then I thought how, seeing as I'm not trying to make myself do any real fiction writing because my life is too freaking hard right now, I could maybe write some awesome, self-indulgent shit about a bad-ass, motorcycle riding, pink-haired hacker chick. What fun! I mean, I wouldn't have to, like, show anyone or associate it with my real name. And that kind of thing worked out okay for Heinlein. (Oh, look! Another novel about three hot young women jumping on the jock of the smart old guy!)

Seriously, you guys, I think this is me escaping into intellectual fantasy to try to combat how fucking freaked out I'm getting about being an infant-mommy again. OMG, friends. Please don't laugh at me when you see me all covered in my own breast milk, blissing out singing little lullabies and draping the baby room with organically-dyed silks. Okay?