Perusing Higher Education

(Post #495)

The word is pursuing, folks. Pursuing.

That's all.

Shocked and Appalled

(Post #494)

There was a CHUNK in my CREAMY peanut butter. Seriously, folks, what if I were allergic to chunks? I could have DIED. I'd totally sue if I weren't so ridiculously busy this week.

End-of-the-Quarter Sprint

(Post #493)

I did not expect to be done with that paper--the ten-page single-spaced group paper that I had to write half of and had barely a page as of two hours ago--already. I don't even think it's nearly as crappy as you'd expect of a paper written so quickly. The assignment was basically to write a narrative of my experience using a certain database, and if there's anything I know how to throw together last minute, it's narrative. Perhaps it doesn't have quite the finesse I'd like and could achieve with another draft or two, but it does its job, and that's the important thing.

The other important thing is that it appears, against all odds, that I will be going to bed on time tonight and getting eight (crossing my fingers) hours of sleep before getting up and heading out for another fifteen-hour day tomorrow. And tomorrow is the last day of the quarter, and I only have two papers to write in the next week. Except those both require actual research (which I've yet to do), so I should probably not wait until the last minute to start them.

This Would Be My 500th Post

Except that included in the supposed 499 posts before this one are eight unpublished drafts, four of which are dummy posts I used to publish template images, two of which are notes for posts I was going to write, one of which is the stub of a post I never got around to writing, and one of which is a complete post I decided against publishing. So really this is my 492nd post. But it's the thought that counts, right?

Apocalypse Averted by U.S. Government

So it turns out that the Silver Surfer quarter promotion is not a hoax, but it is illegal. So rest assured, gentle readers, that while there may be 40,000 quarters with a third-rate superhero opposite George's profile in circulation across the country (and on eBay), Uncle Sam frowns upon each and every one of them.

The Hostess With the Mostess

In case there was any doubt, FoxyJ proved her ability to push past cookers' block for Little Dude's first birthday bash tonight. She made about twice as much veggie-kabobs, shrimp-kabobs, chicken-kabobs, couscous, fruit salad, and oh-so-rich chocolate and vanilla cupcakes as could possibly be eaten by seven adults and two children. It remains to be seen whether I will ever find room in my stomach to eat again.

Spider-Man 3

Meh.

The best part is when one of the bad guys goes to a cathedral and asks Jesus to kill Spider-Man, suggesting in my mind an amusing--albeit sacrilegious--lost episode of Celebrity Deathmatch. "Yes, yes, I know you can do whatever a spider can, and yes, I know about the radioactive blood too, but seriously, I'm God. D'ya really think you have a chance?"