Hah. Oh yes. Mr. Bengali informed me today that I have a job with PST. w00+ up. Although I still need to troll around for more tech-related jobs, and deal with "the worst email evar". (And never you mind what that said.) Also I need to write letters. And burn CDs. And sleep. And make more time for writing.

( A brief excerpt from The Cyberiad, with explanation )

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to nCommingled in an endless Markov chain ( Read more... )

Because they amuse me: ( two comics )

We will all be redeemed like water.

Just a thought that popped into my head while eating dinner & reading. No rhyme or reason to it. But it's got a nice sound.

It was a 3-part dream. And the middle part had guest appearances by David Bengali, Liz Berg, MK Sheena, and someone else. And the last part was unpleasant and the first part was good and both were important life lessons and I CAN'T REMEMBER THEM AT ALL. Grah.

Big day. Lots of stuff ( Read more... )

(By which I mean I went to do some scans and got carried away ( Read more... )

The most important thing any avante garde professor in the arts points out, or at least a crux of their belief system, is that a medium should be aware of its status as a medium, and should use this ( Read more... )

So now I'm tentatively putting together an Intime proposal. Jiggawhat?

Also: Home thursday evening, out sunday morning. The cash has been paid, the operation is a go.

Back to studyin' studyin' studyin'.