Jay Smooth, I think I love you.

October 7, 2009

For the record, yes, Roman Polanski, there is a jail cell with your name on it. Suck it up and take it like a man already. Fucking asshole.



Book discussion?

September 30, 2009

One of my classmates would dearly love to have someone to talk with about “The Crucible.” I’ve checked out a copy from the library and will be reading it, because it was just that good. If you want to play along with us, I’ll probably put up a post in a week or so. Let me know if you are interested.


Dear Glenn Beck:

September 27, 2009

Admit it. You just got pwned by both Katie Couric and Adrianinflorida, all because you can’t bring yourself to admit that you screwed up. Also? Adrianinflorida isn’t the only one who wants to know what you mean by “white culture.” I’d like to know myself. Feel free to respond in comments.




Plato, oh Plato.

September 17, 2009

I’m reading Plato’s Gorgias, and my initial impression of Socrates in this piece is that he’s a bit of a prick. Gorgias doesn’t come across much better, because he should be able to see Socrates coming from a mile off, but no, he’s letting himself be led down the primrose path, seemingly unaware of the charnel house at the end.

[settles in with popcorn]



September 14, 2009

I truly hope my textbook for ENGL428 arrives when Amazon claims it will (September 16, for the record), because at the moment, the US Postal Service  is disavowing all knowledge of the tracking number Amazon sent me.

Grr. Argh.

Also, I have a cold, thanks to the little germ traps children who frequent the library. I am to be pitied and made much of.


Done and doner

September 13, 2009

Pencil instructions have been written up (see prior post: “Frakkin’ Meow”), and I’ve fleshed out a bit more of my thoughts for my 428 homepage. It’s odd how this exercise is helping me remember some of the stuff I did for former!employer. Should be helpful when I go to revamp my resume yet again.

Meh. Enough. I’ve had a productive weekend, and I’m happy.


Frakkin’ meow

September 12, 2009

I’m writing up my pencil instructions using — yes — a pencil. And I hurt, because carpal tunnel syndrome is the worst. Anyway, two pages down and another four or five to go before I’m finished. It’s due on Wednesday, so if I do a couple of pages a day, I think I can keep my hand and wrist from freaking out too badly. I could dose myself with a dram from my whisky shelf and keep my muscles relaxed enough to write longer, but based on the half of a glass of wine I had while writing out page two, that’s probably not a good idea. Had to use the eraser a few too many times, eh?


It’s Saturday night, and the Sci Fi Channel (I refuse point blank to use that ridiculous new spelling) has a ridiculous and no doubt cheesy movie coming up at 9 p.m. It’s called Lightning Strikes, and I won’t even bother pulling it up on IMDB.com, because Kevin Sorbo stars, and that right there is pretty much the kiss of death in terms of a project having even a small degree of credibility.

Yeah, okay, sentient killer lightning, which is the protagonist in this masterpiece of cheese, is probably the greater sin than Kevin Sorbo, but seriously, the premise plus the actor? Equals bad and badder.