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Dear B.J. Novak ( Read more... )

Yesterday I happened upon "chicken sexing" twice while reading. I had never heard of this before.

I'm slightly worried that this says something about my choices in reading material, although I really don't think it does. The problem is, I don't know what the hell it means at all, and I like things to have meanings.

Today I found $20 in a pair of shorts that I haven't worn since I was sixteen. Is this an expression of goodwill from the shorts gods?

I guess it doesn't matter--I'm mostly just excited that 16-year-old me is going to be paying for 20-year-old me's expenses this week.

So I just finished doing my first bit of work, and now I feel all proud and, thus, have decided to do the grown-up thing and post on livejournal. It was really just basic data entry and then some really easy summary statistics and a graph, but my graph was up to my job's guidelines and standards, so tap it up to my graphing skills ( Read more... )

I've never posted from the Reg before, so I figured now is as good as time as ever to start ( Read more... )

I moved into my apartment yesterday, which was tiring as hell and now my arms hurt as I type. I'm really hoping that what this achiness means is that my body has forgiven me for not going to the gym all quarter and is taking yesterday's effort as being equivalent to a quarter-long schedule of gymning. Did that make any sense? Probably not ( Read more... )

Searching for apartments earlier this month put me into this thought process that goes along the lines of this ( Read more... )

So, except for the whole ultra-liberal thing, I think I'd really like to live in the Netherlands. Every time I read something about Holland, I just end up walking away thinking that it's the greatest place since sliced bread, or somesuch, what with the legalization of most everything. And then today I read this article in the Wall Street Journal ( Read more... )

My inner monologue has been all thrown off because I have watched too much "My So-Called Life". It's become peppered with "likes", ellipses, and "whatevers". Not even the occasional, flippant and generally happy "whatev", but the despondent, sullen, overly emo mumble of "whatever". With the eye-roll. Yeah, my inner monologue rolls its eyes now ( Read more... )