In class tonight we got our second paper assignments back. There are 14 people in my class. 2 got As and the rest Cs. The first 5 minutes or so of the class was how to write better, what to do next time, etc. We were all feeling pretty low about our abilities.
One professor’s comments:
The other professor’s comments:
I may have mentioned this before, but there used to be an employee in my building who was well over 40 years old and totally into Hello Kitty. One of the folks in my lunch group had the misfortune of sitting next to her. He packed his stuff up and moved upstairs to an empty cube and has since cracked us up about the Hello Kitty madness–he still makes us laugh even though that employee has been gone for a few months. Her Hello Kitty legacy remains warmly in our hearts.
I found a Hello Kitty song over the weekend and cropped it down. I’ve been waiting all week for the opportunity to get on his machine and make the cropped song his new email notification. Today I finally had my chance as he had to run an errand at lunch. Two partners in crime suggested that I find a Hello Kitty background for his computer. The hideousness that we created was breath-taking.
When he got back from his errand, he was a little annoyed but then decided the worst thing he could do was to keep the Hello Kitty splendor to drive us all nuts and share in his pain.
I’m a little worried about what I may find at my desk tomorrow morning. I’m sure there will be payback.
I have a 3-4 page portion of a group paper due on Thursday and I’m this close to being done but I just can’t seem to get it together and finish. I was emailing someone from class this morning and she’s having the same problem. We agreed that this is a big sign that we’re not cut out for continuing with this program.
We also said that we’re going to knock out our final paper (which is 10-12 pages) before the week it is due. I’m a little concerned that if I’m having this much trouble staying focused for 3 1/2 pages that I’ll never get 12 pages done. So, I’d better start it soon rather than wait for the last possible second.
This evening I asked The Niece if she knew anything about informal learning and could she please finish writing my paper. She declined my request.
I’d like to be on the record that I absolutely disagree with the Bush administration on the use of nuclear weapons. When I first saw this news item appear, I checked the date of publication because I really thought I was looking at one of those fake news articles that run for April Fool’s. Are they completely out of their minds?
The good news is there’s only 2 years and 287 days until GW is out of office.
Update: The New Yorker article.
So we decided that money does grow on trees and we’re going to get a pool. We met with the pool guy on Monday night, handed over a deposit and are going to the pool store today to look at liner patterns.
We originally thought we would go with a curvy pool but then we got some advice (thanks to Liz and Frog) and looked at how cool an automatic cover would be so we’re going with a rectangular shape.
This is the shape (thanks to Fort Wayne pools):
The pool guy said he thought they could start work in about 6 weeks. I really hope they can because I need to be sitting by the pool this summer. Ah, the life.
BTW, I posted some pictures of the destruction over in House Proud–see the link over there on the left side. I’ll post more pictures as we go through the process of having the pool built. And, in case you are wondering, no, we’re not quite done with the screened porch but are going to finish that project soon.
I don’t like how Firefox poops its pants when I try to play a Quicktime movie. I don’t like how Firefox and XP don’t always play nice. For proof:
I switched back and forth between Firefox and a Properties window of an MP3 that’s housed on my desktop. Firefox pooped its pants and now I have the lovely Properties remnant left on my screen. I have attempted a refresh of the desktop and I’m afraid only a Restart will do. This has happened before so I know how to fix it. But, I don’t really know why it happens and why it only happens occasionally. The last time it happened it was with the message that appears if you right click on an item in your task bar.
On a completely other subject, we got this in the mail yesterday. We saw it years ago in the theater and it’s so bad that it’s great. While I was marveling over the DVD case, the better-half asked, “Think we’re the only ones on the street with a copy of this?” Yep.
Years and years ago a friend’s boyfriend was telling us about Hanukkah and how he received chocolate gold coins and then he said “I got new pants” in this incredibly funny way as if he were five years old and was really jazzed about getting new pants. The boyfriend is long gone but that line still cracks me up.
I’m wearing new pants today and every single time I go to the restroom I’m confronted with the fact that these pants button differently than my old pants. The button is on the left side and on my old pants the button was on the right side. I tend to buy pants in quantity so all this week I’ll be relearning how to button and unbutton my pants. At least I can say, “New Pants! I got new pants.”
Tonight’s entry:
Pork chop that was rubbed well with Stonewall Kitchen’s Horseradish Mustard and then sprinkled with black pepper. I cooked it at 250 for about 90 minutes. Low and slow is the way to go.
Sauteed squash and zucchini with onion.
Couscous with shallot and figs.
I’ve noticed that lots of people use the phrase “at least you’re honest”. What does that mean exactly? In the context I’ve heard I usually take it to mean I just can’t believe you fucking said that and this is the best thing I can think to say because now I believe you are a stupid, whiny freak and I really want to back away from you as fast as I can. Of course, that could just be my interpretation.
The other day I was at a seminar about how to incorporate group activities in the college classroom and a psychology professor said that he ultimately really wants his students to like him so they’ll give him a good review. That’s when the woman sitting next to me said, “at least you’re being honest”. What I immediately thought was what a lame-ass baby boomer freak, you don’t belong in the classroom. Grow up. Do your job well and teach these kids how to critically think and grow up to be better than you. He just wants people to like him? Sounds to me he should turn that psychology degree on himself and start a little self-examination.
You know, I’m just being honest.
NY Strip Steak marinated in soy sauce, worcestershire sauce, minced onion, cumin and black pepper with a dash of lemon juice for good measure.
Salad with the same dressing as the other day.
Potato pancakes sauteed in a little butter, a little duck fat and a little olive oil. With a dollop of Daisy…I thought all sour cream was the same and then I met Daisy.
The wine is Montoya Cabernet.
