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Lady In The Next Cube must be having a rough day–she turned on the radio at 0900 and hasn’t turned it off since, which means that since the batteries are dead on my Discman, we both get to enjoy it. As I told Maria, I now understand that they really meant Soft Rock Music. All Day Long.
So yeah, basically I’ve spent the day trying to decide whether I could crash through the plate-glass window wall, and if the resulting fall would kill me. Soft Rock Hits. All Day Long. I didn’t think I was going to make it, but then–could it be? Yes!
I was saved by Wham!. Careless Whisper came on and revived my flagging spirits by reminding me of the BNL live cover to which Jon and I used to rock out in college. Glory be.
It was quickly erased by Sheryl Crow, of course, but still.
Pain is A-ALL YOU’LL FI-I-IND!
Here’s the obvious “It’s Alive” pun.
And in his absence, Jon Morris only got better. Envy, hate, joy, cetera smmfm smfm leopold.
I should also mention that Jeremy is now one of a grand total of three webcomics I know of with an RSS feed.
Wikipedia has an interesting list of List of people known as The Great, or similar. There is a distinct lack of people named “The Mighty,” however. Since it is a wiki, I’m tempted to just open up the page and put myself and all my friends on it (“Jon the Fierce,” “Maria the Quotable,” “Yale the Cranky”), but I’m too moral (“Brendan the Moral?”). Wow, the wiki model really does work!
(Link via FTrain.)
You know, etymologically, “sophistication” isn’t really a great thing to have.
Another random word-root thought: I always imagine the action of depending on someone or something to be a kind of leaning on a support, but literally, it means “to hang from.”
“I don’t know how many of you have had uncontrollable hiccups with three holes in your stomach, but it sucks butt. It sucks the biggest butt.”
Stephen relates the harrowing Story of Stephen’s Appendix. I called and sang to him a couple times, which I firmly believe is the only reason he survived.
As a follow-up to my last entry, yes, I’m taking Probability and Statistics (“For Engineers,” which apparently means “For Dummies”) for the first time. In grad school. There are reasons I didn’t really feel comfortable about my undergrad Comp Sci education.
In fact, as a follow-up to this entry, I should mention here that last week I dropped a class for the first time in my educational career. It required PnS, and the idea was I’d take both at the same time and catch up as we went along, but there were no dice happening there. It was my only Tues-Thurs class, so I’m back to working two full days a week again. Plus ça change.
I wear a winter hat in the winter–the kind of hat variously referred to as a wool hat, a skiing hat, a skull beanie or a sipple cap. You know what I mean. Mine is dark blue and says GUSTER on the front. It keeps keep me warm very nicely, but because I have ridiculously fine hair, removing it causes a static explosion–the kind of wildly divergent hairdo that made me a pariah for life in middle school and now causes my roommate no end of amusement.
The other day in Prob ‘n’ Stat, I looked around the class at perfect coifs and wondered if anyone else there wore my kind of hat. If so, how did they keep–wait! There were people wearing wool hats! They apparently just never take them off all day.
That’s brilliant!
Did you know that Hunter S. Thompson was born in Louisville? That explains a lot. (I will now neglect to explain what that explains.)