Okay, so I'm really enjoying making LJ entries that aren't about my job anxieties. And learning to enjoy LJ again. It's too bad that the medium is moribund and that all the cool kids are on Facebook these days.

How are they for reading PDF's?

So I constantly mock Lost for the lazy writing, cardboard characterization, and nonsense science. I am thus chagrined that two nights ago I had a nightmare involving John Locke, Sawyer, and the Smoke Monster. I guess the story telling is more effective than I give it credit for.

So I suppose that I should put in a spoiler warning.
( Column of Smoke Shaped Spoilers Ahead! )

Today was a good day. This morning, I walked into CMS and submitted by dissertation to Ruth Harvey. Now all I need to do is defend.
I'll probably defend in mid-September, and, having run the numbers, it turns out that I may not be able to afford to simply sit around until then. The new tentative plan is that if the last two sessional gigs here in ( Read more... )

Happy Independence Day ( Read more... )

One thing that writing a dissertation has meant is that I often find myself looking for distractions, and, thanks to wireless in Robarts carrels, I've had distraction in spades. Now, when one is using the intertubes for distractions, one can look to things like, oh, Memory Alpha or YouTube. If I'm feeling hyper responsible, I can look to JSTOR to ( Read more... )

This evening, I went and saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. It was a glorious, wonderful mess--giant robots beating the crap out of each other, Marines battling Decepticons, Optimus Prime deploying from a C-5, and the Matrix of Leadership. More importantly, seeing characters I recognized from childhood filled me with a swell of nostalgia. ( Read more... )

Down the road in a gym far away,
A young man once was heard to say:
"No matter what I do, my legs won't grow."
He tried extensions and leg presses, too,
Cheating with those sissy workouts he'd do.
Back of the gym, where the big men train
'Midst the anguished grunts and the sounds of pain
Where big iron rides high and threatens lives
And the noise is made ( Read more... )

I think that I actively hate Michael Pollan.
I only dislike Wendell Berry.