So the semester draws to a close, and things start becoming due at a rapid pace. The obvious response, of course, is for me to start spending more time on lj instead of actually doing my work. Especially if the work I'm not doing is the ecofeminism paper that I have due (in rough draft form) on Wednesday. So, naturally, I have left the writing ( Read more... )

And at lj! A new low. Hell, it's halfway through April and I haven't reminded everyone that it's Confederate History Month (except everyone who read my letter to the State Press to the same effect [and the idiots who responded to it]). Too much stuff to do, and I'm not doing any of it. Damn ( Read more... )

( You'd think the world would have had enough of silly quizzes )

The only rule, of course, is "don' be stupit." Yes, said just like that. It's not actually rule 1, which I believe is "No pennies for furnature [sic]," but it's important all the same. In fact, it may just be beyond numbering, as the coveted rule #0 spot is already taken by Steffan's gem, "Jesus, fuck, don't die." Maybe it'll have to be 00 like in ( Read more... )

I don't disagree with the concept of blackboard. In fact, it might even be a good idea. The execution, however, sucks. I nominate it for the coveted Arthur Naiman prize for brain-dead user interface (everyone who read The Macintosh Bible, 4th edition will get the reference, so no one got the reference). Whatever. Why can't I view all postings on a ( Read more... )

Book tag
Tagged by mysticirishwolf1. Grab the nearest book ( Read more... )

...despite anything else you may try to tell me.

In other news, I lack direction and goals--film at 10 (I'm from central time, none of that goofy 11pm news).

So we were all standing out in the hall at the house, and the conversation turned to Bill Belichick. Now, Erik and I have already established that he is a hobo. Witness the sweatshirt he wears on the sidelines that looks like he borrowed it from the bag lady. So I bust out with: he lives in a box under the central artery. Erik retorts with: no they ( Read more... )

So I'm back in the desert. Winter break was good. Real good. New heights of lame were reached. I took my girlfriend to the fun arcade and we played air hockey. Yep, I'm that lame. 22, on a date, and at the fun arcade. Tsk. But I swear that this is the greatest air hockey table in existence ( Read more... )

Contrary to the predictions of stupidcop, I managed to live to see 22. It's a lot like 21, except a year later ( Read more... )