Completely random
The Jon Stewart thing? No one that I know of has pointed out that basically Tucker Carlson treated him the way some men treat women: "Smile, honey! Oh, don't be so humorless. You're not nearly as cute when you're not smiling. Gosh, I really don't like you so much after all. Bitch."
Work is kicking my ass right now. Annoyingly, I cannot find the primary material on which my conference paper has to be based, which means a last-minute run to Big City Research U. to get my hands on it--if only my filing technique weren't so crap, because I know I own that material somewhere. Luckily, I caught up on my grading (!!!) this morning, although there's some shit I have to put on reserve for next week that I still need to track down. It's somewhere in my files. No, really it is. Shut up.
The mouse hood is going to be cute. Can I just brag on my ability to design a pattern (admittedly a simple one), given that I only learned how to run a sewing machine a couple years ago, and I never actually use the thing? I wish I were more ambitious with the knitting thing, which I actually enjoy more. More portable and all that.
Mr. B. has a sinus infection. Poor Mr. B. So today was kind of a rough and truncated work day b/c I had to go in a bit later than I planned, so I could drop P.K. off at school, and then cancel office hours so I could run and pick him up after. But you know, somehow, I'm actually a much better worker when that mama shit structures my time. It's the only way I got the diss done. When theoretically my time is my own, I just fuck it away on the internet. Food for thought.
I found two jobs to apply for. Both of them are in places that, for different reasons, I consider "home." Fingers crossed.
I'm experimenting with bloglines and this mac reader called "shrook." Neither really floats my boat for various reasons. If anyone knows a really awesome blog reader that ideally preserves formatting (like shrook) but is free (like bloglines), please do let me know....
Oh, the video I asked about apparently arrived today. Once the Connoissuer gets over to his sister's place to watch it (since he doesn't actually own a tv), I'll let y'all know if it is, in fact, the movie he remembers seeing on late-night tv when he was 12.
Work is kicking my ass right now. Annoyingly, I cannot find the primary material on which my conference paper has to be based, which means a last-minute run to Big City Research U. to get my hands on it--if only my filing technique weren't so crap, because I know I own that material somewhere. Luckily, I caught up on my grading (!!!) this morning, although there's some shit I have to put on reserve for next week that I still need to track down. It's somewhere in my files. No, really it is. Shut up.
The mouse hood is going to be cute. Can I just brag on my ability to design a pattern (admittedly a simple one), given that I only learned how to run a sewing machine a couple years ago, and I never actually use the thing? I wish I were more ambitious with the knitting thing, which I actually enjoy more. More portable and all that.
Mr. B. has a sinus infection. Poor Mr. B. So today was kind of a rough and truncated work day b/c I had to go in a bit later than I planned, so I could drop P.K. off at school, and then cancel office hours so I could run and pick him up after. But you know, somehow, I'm actually a much better worker when that mama shit structures my time. It's the only way I got the diss done. When theoretically my time is my own, I just fuck it away on the internet. Food for thought.
I found two jobs to apply for. Both of them are in places that, for different reasons, I consider "home." Fingers crossed.
I'm experimenting with bloglines and this mac reader called "shrook." Neither really floats my boat for various reasons. If anyone knows a really awesome blog reader that ideally preserves formatting (like shrook) but is free (like bloglines), please do let me know....
Oh, the video I asked about apparently arrived today. Once the Connoissuer gets over to his sister's place to watch it (since he doesn't actually own a tv), I'll let y'all know if it is, in fact, the movie he remembers seeing on late-night tv when he was 12.
