Friday, August 31, 2007

One year ago...

I was in Ireland and Britain.



Saturday, August 25, 2007

Saturday is the new Monday

I got up early today and went in to work to meet with
my boss. This will be the new routine until I finish
student teaching. (Except for next weekend, which will
be Labor Day weekend.)

That was from about 8:45a until 10a. I went to yoga
after that. Came home, cleaned up, and then trucked
out again to the Panera about 2pm for a late lunch. I
stayed at Panera, doing work on my business laptop
until 7pm. Ay, ay ay...

Now I am sitting at Summit on my personal laptop doing
various things. I need to do some reading for school.
I met with my supervisor. She seems alright, but a
little talkative (as in off the topic). I've noticed
that's something that really bugs me. I hate when
people get off topic during some thing that's supposed
to be organized (like a business meeting or class).
Don't waste my valuable time!

Anyhoo, there's only six of us in the graduate MAT-2nd
English program. We'll be a pretty tight group with
the exception of The Hick (TM). I think she's going to
rival Potatoes (for those of you who remember HER) for
sheer stupidity. This chick should have been kicked
out of the program. She's a bigot, for one, and is so
down on students (she's been a substitute for a
while). I know if she were MY teacher, I'd fucking go
crazy. Should be interesting, especially considering
my bud Anne said that our advisor (whom she had last
Spring) doesn't take shit. Anne thinks the super will
eat The Hick alive.

Good, I say.

Friday, August 24, 2007

The Doctor is in!

Oh sweet Baby Jesus with velvet britches. I am watching Doctor Who on the SciFi channel. *giggles*

I have wine. Sangria to be exact.


People, Friday is going to be shining happy place this semester once I FINALLY GET MOTHERFUCKING PLACED.

Oooh. Scary. The "possessed" boy (for lack of a better term), is fucking creepy.

*is it just me, or is Flash Gordon just the campiest horrible looking thing EVER? the commercials I see of this while watching SciFi are just tawdry.

Day three of workshops

To say I am getting antsy, aggravated and a host of other expletive laden descriptors is...obvious.
We are required to apply for student teaching ONE YEAR IN ADVANCE. This should be ample time to place someone, one would think. I am also highly annoyed because I have heard of more than one city student getting stuck with driving to the 'burbs for their placement! What the hell? Do people not pay attention to our addresses? (IN fact, someone - an undergrad - got placed at Warren Township up here in Gurnee. Dude, they had better not be English, is all I'm saying, because as a graduate student *I* should get priority.)
*places face in hands*
I JUST want to get placed and get started. This not knowing is killing me. How am I supposed to plan?
Please, please, send some vibes towards my office and schools in my area. I need to get a good placement QUICKLY.  

Thursday, August 23, 2007

One more time

I have signed up to spend more money on ridiculous tests. I signed up for the Social Sciences: Political Science test on October 6. There goes another $86 just so I can prove I should be allowed to teach something. I swear this shit should be a tax writeoff. GOD. Teachers spend so much money trying to keep up their accreditations, it's ridiculous.
BUT, imagine: I could be eligible to teach not only English, but history and political science (government). Rock da house.
Second day of workshops today. It was actually pretty fun. There's about four of us MAT-2nd LA people and I think we're going to be a tight group this semester, which is nice. Built in support group!
Still not placed in a school yet. *grimaces* I REALLY HOPE THIS GETS RESOLVED TOMORROW.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Let your fingers do the walkin'

I'm glad I called up the bookstore before driving an
hour to Chicago in the crappy rain. My seminar still
does not have booklist. Hey, that's fine with me if I
ultimately don't have to spend the cash on it.

What else is on the schedule today:

haircut @ 2:30 in Mt. Prospect (I might get a color,
I'm feeling bored with my hair right now, and I may go
pretty short)

knitting store - ran out of yarn on my niece's
legwarmers, and need help adding on that new yarn
because I haven't done that before

Should finish my goddamn portfolio for school

Yoga at 7:30 tonight maybe, depends on how much work
my co-worker sends my way. Last night I worked about
3.5 hours which is pretty good. More than, actually.
I'm sure once I start student teaching, I won't want
to work more than two hours a night. My main work
hours will have to be on the weekend.

Time to finish my cuppa tea, brush my teeth, and get
out of here...

Saturday, August 18, 2007


Dude, that is one fucked up show.

Tea and Scones, Bangers and Mash for Everyone!

Oh, I caved. I got Comcast Digital.

It has been installed.

I have already been watching BBC America and Hotel Babylon. (Interesting, that.) Dr. Who is on at 6pm, but it's S1. SciFi channel shows S3 on Friday nights. Human Nature ep is next Friday.

I weep with joy.

(Oh, and the little blurbs in between shows about using closed captioning if you can't get the accent - hysterical. I especially loved the "well, if you hadn't thrown our tea into Boston harbor..!")

Friday, August 17, 2007

Paying the Bills

How sad. I just scheduled a lot of my recurring bills through my bank. It's aaaaaaaall tracked out. At least I know how much and where my money has to go, but...oh, money, why do you have to go so?
I pre-paid my telephone and mobile through December. (Took an earlier disbursement from my Roth IRA to do so.) I have a big chunk of the cable bill scheduled to go out today. That should be paid through October or November, I think. I'll finish paying off my digital camera (finally) next month (have to get that paid by Jan 08 when the promotional no interest period ends). I have the rest of my tuition scheduled to be done by end of September as well. Thank god I got that mega tuition waiver, that's all I'm saying. 

Thursday, August 16, 2007

What Bullshit

My school is run by retards. Look at this email I
received from the placement office. They're all
chuffed as hell with themselves ("we can release
information in advance for the first time")...and then
they promptly tell me that I'm still not placed.

Well, patting yourself on the back is a little
premature, isn't it, fuckers?

Son of a bitch. They had BETTER have me placed by the
time next week's workshops come around. I'm not having
any of this bullshit like I heard happened last
semester. That time, some students weren't placed
until THREE WEEKS in, through no fault of their own,
and this idiot director made them go longer, past
graduation. Ass. I am NOT going past the first week of


I am pleased to announce that for the first time, the
CEST Office is able to release placement information
in advance of the start of the semester for those
whose files are complete and up-to-date.

While your file IS up-to-date and complete, I regret
to inform you that your placement cannot be announced
because it is not yet finalized. As only a few
student teachers have not yet been confirmed into
placement sites, you should not be concerned.

You will be notified of your placement during the
Professional Days.




I should have worn a different cami top under my shrug. I think I got a bit more cleavage going on than necessary today.
I have to sit up completely straight. There will be no bending forward over anything (documents, picking stuff up, etc.) with males around...

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


Ha ha....for some reason I decided to cruise the HMV website and look at the "NOW that's what I call music" CD compilations. I bought a few of them back when I was studying in the UK. Since then, they've started releasing them in the U.S., modified, of course, to what is topping the pop charts here.
They're up to the 60s now. Mine are high 30s and low 40s. I looked at what was on #67 and lo and behold - Manic Street Preachers. Holy cow. I haven't heard of them in a while. I have their CD "This is my truth, tell me yours" (another one I'd picked up in 1998). TEN FRIGGIN YEARS. Jesus. Oh my little Welshies. MSP...Catatonia...
I'm going to have to see if the iTunes U.S. store has the new MSP album. If not..hmmmm.....!

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Excuse me while I have a geek-fan squeefest in my chair at work.

OH. MY. GOD. Joanne Chen rules.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

news flash:

If you want lead poisoning, buy products made in China!
God. If ever there was a case to just NOT buy stuff, there you go.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Actors named David

What is it with actors named David?


In my world, first there was:

David Boreanaz (of Buffy and Angel fame)

Say hello to David "Doctor" Tennant

And suddenly David Duchovny is back on the scene? Of
course he was smoking hot as Fox Mulder, but now he's
back in this Showtime series "Californication"? I
won't watch it, because I don't care to pay for
Showtime, but hell yeah, I might be watching the DVDs
when they come out.

Absences makes the heart...

I updated the tracks on my iShuffle last night. (Far later than was reasonable, considering how tired I am today).
I threw on some songs I haven't listened to in a while.
I forgot how much I liked Third Eye Blind's "The Background" and Tori Amos' "A Sort of Fairytale"

Sunday, August 12, 2007

It's killin me!

Lord above, Doctor Who is KILLING me.

Freaking "Impossible Planet". It is so, so painfully
obvious that those two are with the big fluffy "L" for
one another and just deny, DENY, DENY.

WHY? WHHHHHHHY? Oh, I hate you for not admitting it to
each other until far far too late!

Okay. And the big disembodied face is getting FREAKY.
Oh, Jesus, TOBY TURN THE HELL AROUND, you big wanker.

Bad Packaging

Quite possibly the most tongue in asscheek advertising EVER.


Discuss amongst yourselves.

10 Things You Probably Don't Care to Know, but May, Alas, Read.

I blame Mr. Fez, who tagged me. To whit: ...and now I've been tagged with the ten things which you may or may not know. Is one supposed to be false? Perhaps. But maybe they will all be spectacularly unbelievable, yet true.

1. My first trip outside the U.S. was to Egypt when I was 13. I was in my Indiana Jones phase where I thought I'd grow up to be an archeologist. The real Egypt rather rudely disabused me of that notion (as did the wicked case of Tut's Revenge I got - neon yellow puke is not fun). Did I mention I was also almost kidnapped on a camel by the pyramids?

2. One of my favorite books: Jane Eyre, probably due to the sheer number of times I've had to read it. But a recent recommend to anyone listening: The $64 Tomato. Or try the comic Fables: Legends in Exile.

3. Newest favorite show: Doctor Who, and it is freaking my shit out right about now. I'm watching Impossible Planet. I'm pretty much a sucker for many things British.

4. I learned to do a headstand in yoga this summer.

5. First boyfriend is a Catholic priest. I was the only girlfriend he ever had. Weird? Yes, definitely.

6. I had the best Halloween Buffy party ever. I was into the Buffy CCG and the company, Score, sponsored game parties for Halloween. Some evil comrades (Sullivan, Aly, Baumann) and I organized a big event and got shitloads of swag from Score. We must have gotten at least a $1000 worth of product, if not more.

7. I used to hijack pizza delivery cars in undergraduate. Pizza man comes, gets out of car, I would sneak in, perhaps move the car a little, or hide in the backseat until the guy came back and then proceed to scare the shit out of him.

8. Once moved out of an apartment (in Minnesota) within the space of 12 hours on a Frigid January day because my cunt of a roomate and I had a massive fight, which resulted in the authorities being called. She also arranged to have me fired from my job, short story. I still hate the bitch.

9. Said bitch also liked to leave her big pink dildo lying about the bathroom. Gross.

10. It's been a drought. Three years, six months, 11 days and counting since...

Tagalicious: Kilroy, Tickersoid, Lippy, Gentleman, and anyone else who cares to!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Always Leave Them Wanting More

Yes, I know I'm bad. I went ahead and watched "Doomsday" of Dr. Who instead of proceeding chronologically.
That fucking wrecked me. I was a blubbering mess. Tip to self: do not stay up late watching shows that will make you cry because the next day at work will be miserable.
But isn't that they way of the world in micro? We spend all this time denying, denying, denying and chasing after something. If we get it, we don't want it anymore. Classic case: Cheers. Once Sam got Diane, viewers stopped watching. No one watches "happy ever after". No, we're sick morons who like watching people who belong together being kept apart. That, and come on - how many real world relationships wind up being that saccharine HEA bullshit, with choirs of angels singing every time they boink? *listens to the crickets chirping* Yeah, that's what I thought. It's pain and suffering and getting left out in the cold.
Buffy and Angel. Check.
Angel and Cordelia (well, I wasn't much into that idea, but ... ) Check
And others I'm sure...
All of which is why I'm starting to think more and more that I should never bother dating again. Frankly, I don't want to deal with the lies and the bullshit and the bad sex or the not having sex because someone is living at home with their mom and their five year old kid might catch us doing stuff that will cause them to go through even more therapy. But that's another story. I don't want to feel like I've got an empty pit in my heart when someone calls it off.
I'm fucking sane and happy on my own and it took me quite a while to get there. No muss, no fuss. I know way too many married couples my own age who *aren't* happy together and who tell me DON'T get married. Wow, that's great PR for the married state.
Right now, I can only think of two good marriages of my own age group.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007


Tuna Sandwich? I just got back from Einstein Bros. Bagels. I ordered a tuna salad sandwich to go. WHAT A JOKE. Seriously, there was about a tablespoon's worth of tuna hidden in between these huge slabs of bread! I have about a whole head of onion rings in there, and plenty of tomato and lettuce, but WTF WITH THE TUNA?
God, I was pissed. That place is NOT cheap for being a sandwich place. Catch me ever going back there again!
Telephone at Work. I am sick unto death of one of my co-workers being on the phone ALL THE DAMN TIME EVERY DAY ON PERSONAL PHONE CALLS. Jesus Christ! I don't want to hear about your life. Doesn't anybody who calls you fucking WORK? Don't YOU? It's like fucking Potatoes all over again (for those of you who remember "Potatoes", a former and unmissed co-worker of mine from another department). I just do NOT understand why my boss doesn't tell her to cut this shit out.
I mean, yeah, I'm on the internet, BUT 1) it's quiet and 2) I GET MORE WORK DONE BECAUSE I AM FUCKING BRILLIANT, I AM.

And something I forgot to post earlier: I went into Starbucks this morning by my house. All of a sudden, there was someone RIGHT BEHIND ME and BREATHING on me. Seriously, I could smell his breath (not good). The cashier, whom I know, was like "do you KNOW this guy?" I knew who it was before even turning around. It was the husband of one of my cousins. Jim. He's a big annoying fucking twit. Never liked him all that much. I don't know what the fuck my cousin saw in him to make her go and get married. And no, she wasn't knocked up. He's...creepy. Something about him just strikes me as "off" and not in a cute eccentric way.

Who the fuck comes right up behind you, completely invading your personal space, and breathes on you? I saw him at a christening party this weekend, too, and he came up and SNIFFED MY HAIR. And the shit he says. It's not outright sexual or anything, but...creepy. *shudders*

Fat, slobby, (former?) stoner. Gag.Me.

One day, he's going to come up behind me and annoy me for the very last time, because I will wind up and smash his face in. Don't think I'm joking. I was about five seconds away from doing it today.

A word to the wise

Dear Old Navy Clothing Store:
It might behoove you to actually have merchandise worth buying in your store when you send out your advert for the "stuff n' save" 20% promo. I was all prepared to drop some $$$ because I need new fall clothes for student teaching. I get there...and nothing. I spent $19.16.
Crap. Utter crap.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007


You know I have some ideas about teaching. One of which is a CHECKLIST. You don't grade students on things you haven't taught them. So teach, teach, teach. Then, once they're familiar with a concept, you can assess.

Things like common punctuation or grammar errors (my pet peeves: mixing up "your" and "you're", fragments, "its" and "it's") can be put on a checklist.

My checklist is going to be like:

Did I check for "its" vs. "it's"?
Did I check for sentence fragments?

And if they check "yes", well then, there should be NO problem right? It's about reviewing and editing your own work!

Why the rambling? Because I'm sick of people at work doing the same stupid errors on their reports even after I tell them over and over not to do certain things. Just want to scream.

The Chocolate War

The Chocolate War

Now, I don't know about you, but I do not want inferior cheap vegetable oil infused "chocolate". Fake chocolate. Facolate!

Good chocolate is a luxury. Don't fuck with my chocolate!

Excuse me while I squee

I popped in the sixth disc of Dr. Who - the ones with
Tennant's video diaries. THIS is AWESOME.

It's hysterical - there was already a shot of Anthony
Stewart Head. And DT speaking in his native Glaswegian
accent, sometimes slipping into his English "Doctor"
accent...and then CARDIFF and the Gower Peninsula.
It's like the UK in micro. WHEEEEE!!


Caprese: I made awesome caprese salad again last night. I went on to the back patio and lo - there were many many tomatos that needed picking (and consequently, eating). I picked a couple bitty onions and basil. YUM!! So deleeecious.
BBC America: Damn you, damn you all. I really want BBC America. It's there on Comcast Digital. I just can't spend the money on it right now. Maybe after student teaching.

Talk about the weather

Holy hell, people. For most of the summer, we've been
dreadfully scarce on rain. Lately it's started to rain
which is good.


I woke up I don't know when because it sounded like
the skies were breaking apart right above me. You know
how as a kid (or maybe still) you would count the
seconds between the lightning and the thunder? Here,
it was "big light show"-BOOOM!!!BOOOM!!!!BOOOM!!!

It was rattling my windows for a good thirty minutes
straight. Woke me the hell up, that's for sure. I
tried to stuff my face into a pillow, but it still
didn't help. Buddha and I were looking at each other
like WTF is going on?

Flash flooding in the area, too, of course. I'm
watching weather channel. Rockford out west has had
near six inches since yesterday. It's going to be bad
here right around the Des Plaines River flood plain. I
gotta get going to work - I need to avoid the traffic.
I'm up, I might as well get out before the next round

Monday, August 06, 2007

Thinking far in advance

I put through a request for the last of my vacation
days (6). Christmas through New Years. I'm definitely
going to need the time off after student teaching.

And I shall let it be known now that I plan on making
one hell of a ginger cookie during the Xmas 2007
cookie madness. I love ginger. I love The Ginger
People company's products. Oh yes, I will buy up their
gingery goodness and turn out an awesome cookie.

I've got to re-locate my molasses cookie recipe too.
Damn messy things to make (STICKY dough), but very

Tracking Packages

My Dr. Who DVDs arrived at home! David Tennant-y Dr. Who goodness is mine for the viewing!!
BTW, anyone know when series 3 DVDs are to be released?


Dear Spammer Nola Dickson:

No, I do NOT feel insecure about my penis size. You

Please go away and die.


Sunday, August 05, 2007

That's funny shit, that is

Gemini (May 21 - Jun 20)

Your imagination is rich today with vivid fantasies,
as the Moon in your 12th House makes it challenging to
maintain focus on the outer world. You could become a
bit single-minded as you mull the same image over and
over again within your active daydream. Don't fret;
your current obsession won't last and soon you'll be
more playful again.

NO? Really? Because I didn't think the whole
Urlacher-yoga thing was vivid enough?

Saturday, August 04, 2007


Today I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4am. Why? To go to a 5am Kundalini Yoga Class. I won't be doing that again. Quite frankly, Kundalini is not my cup of tea. It involved a lot of being on my knees and sitting in hero pose, which just KILLS me. I would rather be in a bind or do messed up headstands resulting in face plants than be on my knees in hero pose. Just OW.
I wanted to go because there was meditation involved, but I just couldn't get into it because of the pain I was experiencing in my knees. And then the particular chants they were using kind of bored the hell out of me. I'm all for chanting the occasional "Om", but whatever they were doing...bleh.
I'll stick to my regular yoga, thanks. I went to a normal class immediately following, but didn't do so well because of my knees and I was dehydrated. I thought I was going to pass out. What a shitty morning. Up at 4, yoga from 5-9:30 am.
Went to breakfast with my mom afterwards. Then I dragged her to the tattoo shop. She likes fat baby cherubs *rolls eyes*.
After breakfast, I crawled back into my bed (eyes burning) and crashed for a couple hours* and got up around the third inning of the Cubs game. Thank you Maine (pitcher-Mets), we appreciate you walking in all our runs! It's nice to see some OTHER team have a pitcher totally fuck the hell up.
* Further proof that Kundalini is bizarre for me: I had some f'ed up dreams during my nap. It involved partner yoga and somehow I was paired up with Brian Urlacher. Ooookay. As if that wasn't strange enough, it then turned into...well, take a wild guess. It was a little too technicolor and I woke up looking around to make sure there wasn't some random man in my bed. Hello, overactive and undersexed imagination. Surreal dream-sexlife aside, if I were to ever find myself in a yoga class with Mr. Urlacher that went points south, I think I would have to refuse. Yeah, he's hot in that <cue Cartman-voice> BEEFCAAAAKE! sort of way, but the guy has some really exceptionally poor taste in who he's slept with (see 1)mother of child and nasty legal case ongoing and 2) PARIS HILTON). I would refuse on principal because of 2 alone. I may not have seen the working end of a penis in living color for a long time, but I've got my standards.
Shit, man, I need to go to sleep. I've been at a cafe for the past four hours testing my work-laptop, doing work, and now this. I've got a baby christening to half-way go to tomorrow. My cousin called to make sure I was going and I said yes. It was funny. She was like "you don't have to go to the church - we'll be home by 2!" Yes, indeed, I appreciate that the extended family knows better than to expect me to show up in a Catholic church anymore!

Friday, August 03, 2007

Friday Lunch Break

Well, I am cracking into the (poorly maintained, I must admit!) Roth IRA I have. I am using the principal amount to pay in advance most of four month's worth of utilities/bills while I am student teaching. I figure if there was ever a vaild reason, that's it. It'll really help manage the finances, thank god. What I DO make working part-time will go mainly towards the monthly condominium association bill and my credit card bill (as well as any school-related stuff).

As I drove back into work, I started thinking about how things fall into place. A couple years ago, I was half-way into the program and really struggling emotionally. I didn't know if I could put up with the bureaucratic bullshit at the school; I didn't know if I could afford to not work during student teaching. Was I even meant for this teaching gig? I dated and then got dumped by a peer. Basically, shit sucked and I was having a major "what to do with my life" crisis.

Well, now I'm almost done. I'm still scared of student teaching to an extent, but I'm *ready*. I want to be done. I've farted around enough with the theoretical, let me at those damn kids. If I fuck up, I fuck up, but let's do it. I've managed to get enough merit tuition waivers to soften the blow, financially. I've got most of the bills under control by cracking into the Roth IRA. I have good friends, both peers and advisors, in the program who have kept my bouyed up when I needed it. I've got a decent job (even if it bores me and annoys the shit out of me on occasion) and I'm good enough at it so that my bosses have been willing to work around my schooling and give me the option of working part-time so I CAN afford to student teach. I've discovered yoga. Yoga good. Yoga makes the mind happy.

Basically: life is good. I am thankful. Universe, keep it up. Believe me, it is appreciated.

Also during lunch: I stopped back at the tattoo parlour in L'ville. I've been thinking non-stop about that tattoo I want (8-10" tattoo of the "Strength" card from the Tarot of Prague deck). I went in and talked to Sandy again. I put down a $15 deposit for her to draw it up. She's going to hold it for me until I can get the money together. I'm thinking this will be my graduation/Christmas present to myself this year. Interestingly enough, numerologically speaking, this year is the "Strength" year for me as well. I definitely want to get it before 2008 hits (which I think is a "Hermit" year, also very apropo - Hermit is not being alone, it's about lighting the path for others, i.e., teaching. Go take a look at a Hermit card in a tarot deck and you'll see what I mean.) .

It took me years to decide on my first tattoo (a small black outline of a bull). It's taken me years to decide on the second; but I already have in mind my third, thus proving true the adage about tattoos. Just like Lay's potato chips, you can never have just one. When or if I get a third, I want a Buddha. A nice, serene Buddha meditating (not the fat type of Buddha that you rub the belly for luck).

Most fucked up movie

I think I have just seen THE most FUCKED UP movie.
Ever. Period.

Holy shit.

Perfume (The Story of a Murderer)

It's got Dustin Hoffman and Alan Rickman in it. I
can't even begin to tell you. Trust me, you will just
have to watch it.

Just plain fucked up six ways to Sunday. Visceral,
erotic (even), but disturbing. About the only thing I
could think being more fucked up is the book Germinal
by Emile Zola. Anyone read that book? Remember how the
guy gets his penis yanked off by the angry mob?
Totally visceral. Totally "life is nasty, brutal, and
short." That's about the best equivalent I can get to
this movie.


And very glad that I wasn't around in the streets of
pre-Revolutionary France....

Thursday, August 02, 2007

The clock is ticking...

Final semester of my grad program, thank god.

I skeeved off work early yesterday (well, I *was*
sick, I just decided I had better go to the university
to get some paperwork, sickness be damned).

I got my application for graduation and managed to
duck into my advisor's office and get it filled out
that very afternoon. Excellent. So that paperwork is
in. Now I just gotta pass the damn student teaching.

While I was in with my advisor, another program
teacher was in there. They're both excellent. My
advisor was like "So, what are you doing during
student teaching." I said, "Uh, working part-time..."

She asked me where and I told her. She had been
considering me for the graduate assistant position for
her. That would have been very cool, and I'm chuffed
that she had me as a top candidated, but I can't do it
because I need to keep my benefits at my current job.
(She was completely understanding of that.)

Got my loaner laptop from work today which I will use
while I work part-time. Did a test drive of it, and of
course the key program I use does NOT work correctly.
So gotta get that fixed tomorrow, then test again.

Went to Target and got a planner thingy. If I'm going
to survive this semester, I am going to have to have
every moment planned. No fucking about. (Oh, the
possibility of THAT actually going to plan...)

OTHER FUN NEWS: am eagerly awaiting latest Amazon
purches of Dr. Who Season Two. I totally caved. Had to
do it.

Bridge "structurally deficient"

Oh dude. Mega-lawsuits. Heads are going to roll...and rightfully so, if this is true.


Jesus. The footage of that bridge collapse is just horrific. Someone actually captured the thing going down on video.
God, how horrible for the families. How the hell could a massive and complete structural failure like that happen with no warning? There are some people who are gonna get the pants sued off of them, that's for sure...