... I shall be a Pro-Bowl free safety for the Buffalo Bills.

I have heard Pink Floyd's "Welcome to the Machine" two times a day (randomly on a radio I listen to for about an hour a day to and from work, to hit my snooze four or ten times every morning, and to set my alarm at night). Very odd.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine ( Read more... )

a fire and tank tops all in the same week ... must be April.

Okay, let me make this claim: Bob Dylan did NOT sell out, and the Victoria's Secret commercial is quite possibly the best advertisement I have seen in a long, long time ( Read more... )

( and quoth the raven nevermore )

Gone are the chances for dual NCAA basketball championships in men's and women's basketball :(

A sad Tuesday evening. But it does free up Sunday; I'll watch a recording of anyone else.

I read today that the ratio of hours of preparation to hours of instruction is at least 2:1--if you know your subject very well and do not plan to do anything too creative or technology-based--but could be as high as 8:1. That's eight hours of preparation for one hour of instruction ( Read more... )

The two clearest realizations I have come to in the past two months are these: 1) I am a compete bitch, and 2) I am restlesss. The first gives me something to work on as far as self-improvement goes: there is no need to deliberately hurt others just because I think I am clever enough to say/do to the exact thing that will deliver the death blow ( Read more... )

I know I am the Queen of Wanderlust. I know I wrote just a few weeks ago about how I may have read something that could curb that ubiquitous restlessness. Ha! Who was I kidding ( Read more... )

She cuts bait, gets off the pot, and takes up breakdancing.

Au revoir, mes amis. Je vous garderai pres de moi.

Or some version of that.