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And the week's over.
Dec. 3rd, 2005 12:51 am...the papers are basically finished (I'm well over my minimum word count for the 3500-worder, and I have a pretty full page eight for the other.), so all I have to concentrate on this weekend is making sure I read the drafts in a timely fashion and put comments on them for the finished product Monday. And then, once I get some suggestions back, I might incorporate a few more words and readings into the last paper. Suffice to say, I'm sitting extraordinarily well on things at the moment, and from here I just have one assignment and one other object to do and all my individual work is done. There's the potential with the poster session and such, but we're not sure who's doing that yet - we'll figure it out soon enough. But, suffice to say, the major hauling is finished. I've made it through my first semester of grad school. Relatively unharmed.
There were some good points (being finished is nice - seeing that for the most part, I'm hacking it with the grades is another) and some not-so-good points (that first grade was an eye-opener, and there was that unsuccessful attempt to ask a girl out - possibly more on that later). While there's no bowl trip for me this year, so I'll get the full enjoyment of the time off... but I won't necessarily be hanging out with a group of friends over the holidays. Going home means dial-up, and there aren't a whole lot of people at home, other than the family. So it might be time to catch up on all the things I swore I would do this semester and just haven't gotten around to.
I'm tired of Watterson's character being abused like this. But the poster does make a good point - "For those sick of the whole concept..."
Frying an egg on a processor. These things create enough heat to do it. Who knew? (It's an AMD chip - there may or may not be some sort of implications here...)
A cute article came through my e-mail list, namely about Scientology constructing itself a gigantic shrine to house Hubbard's writings. The e-mail housing this article was delivered in a fairly flippant tone, to match the underlying amusement of the article-writer. Things being what they are, and because I am where I am, I expected a nasty retort to appear about "tolerance" and "respect for another's religion". I wasn't disappointed. Now, normally I'm very much for the tolerance and respect, but this time around, I just shook my head. Perhaps because it was a stereotypical response, or maybe it's because I have a very dim view of Scientology. I think it was more of the former, though - I expected the response to come flying through with the subtlety of an ox and beat the brains of the person who could dare express such an unenlightened opinion at such a proper institution (okay, I'm exaggerating a tad - but not as much as you think.) And to cap off the mark, the person who sent the thing initially has apologized for his "insensitivity", likely after being firestormed-by-email. Political correctness probably has struck, tagging down what is a legitimate opinion to hold - namely, that Scientology is a silly sort of thing to most people, and that most people will probably get a chuckle out of reading Scientology building their vault of King Hubbard. It's PC to crusade for the ability to say un-PC things, remember?
Maybe the oversensitive e-mail replier needs a blog. Actually, I'd say many of us need that kind of blog. For those who can't afford one.... or the moat, rather, that it has to live in, perhaps we can instead distribute the Alternative Saint Prayer Cards. Failing that, perhaps we'll just trade in our religious materials for something useful. Truth be told, the other side that thinks it is funny has now appeared, and I can settle in to watch a flamewar fill up my inbox. Should be fun, actually.
A new possible meme - apparently you can get your very own phrase-customized likeness action figure for about six hundred dollars or so. So if you wanted to make your own Lisa Lionheart or something like that, what would your talkie doll say? Mine might throw up something like these phrases. ( Action Adept! )
That's the stuff to it, anyway. I was feeling a bit down today, a little less confident in myself. Maybe it's that I seem to be unable to translate my comfort in "friend" situations to the point where I can ask someone out on a date. There's a switch that trips and I get all nervous-like and fearful of rejection and stuff. Guess I take dating seriously. I guess I'm better now than I was before in that I managed to muster the courage to ask, sort of. It didn't work out for me, but I did at least go farther than I had before in that respect. And I suppose I've absorbed a lot of conversation about he dating process so that I have a hundred-thousand things to worry about whether I am something bad or worse. It's lost of groundless, silly fears, all magnified to the point of zOMG. Maybe I've progressed to the point where I'm worried not about not getting noticed, but whether I'm actually good enough. It’s a rung up, but I still need to go further if I want to be a nice guy with a nice gal. Patience and perseverance are my allies here, and so I hope they will help.
I'm not trying to fish for comments or be an emo angstwhore or anything like that. It's just that I'm stumbling around a bit. This might not be a part in that footprints poem where there's only one set of footprints, but it is a point where I could use a mirage city to rest, eat and drink, and be strengthened for the journey ahead. Maybe an orphan’s feast will help. The day wasn't a bust, though - I got Negima 7, some dinner, and I saw something![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uncle_pervy would get a kick out of - Big O tires. So it's not all bad. It's probably not even mostly bad, and I'm just blowing things out of proportion. So if I go to bed, maybe I'll reorient myself to be happy.
There were some good points (being finished is nice - seeing that for the most part, I'm hacking it with the grades is another) and some not-so-good points (that first grade was an eye-opener, and there was that unsuccessful attempt to ask a girl out - possibly more on that later). While there's no bowl trip for me this year, so I'll get the full enjoyment of the time off... but I won't necessarily be hanging out with a group of friends over the holidays. Going home means dial-up, and there aren't a whole lot of people at home, other than the family. So it might be time to catch up on all the things I swore I would do this semester and just haven't gotten around to.
I'm tired of Watterson's character being abused like this. But the poster does make a good point - "For those sick of the whole concept..."
Frying an egg on a processor. These things create enough heat to do it. Who knew? (It's an AMD chip - there may or may not be some sort of implications here...)
A cute article came through my e-mail list, namely about Scientology constructing itself a gigantic shrine to house Hubbard's writings. The e-mail housing this article was delivered in a fairly flippant tone, to match the underlying amusement of the article-writer. Things being what they are, and because I am where I am, I expected a nasty retort to appear about "tolerance" and "respect for another's religion". I wasn't disappointed. Now, normally I'm very much for the tolerance and respect, but this time around, I just shook my head. Perhaps because it was a stereotypical response, or maybe it's because I have a very dim view of Scientology. I think it was more of the former, though - I expected the response to come flying through with the subtlety of an ox and beat the brains of the person who could dare express such an unenlightened opinion at such a proper institution (okay, I'm exaggerating a tad - but not as much as you think.) And to cap off the mark, the person who sent the thing initially has apologized for his "insensitivity", likely after being firestormed-by-email. Political correctness probably has struck, tagging down what is a legitimate opinion to hold - namely, that Scientology is a silly sort of thing to most people, and that most people will probably get a chuckle out of reading Scientology building their vault of King Hubbard. It's PC to crusade for the ability to say un-PC things, remember?
Maybe the oversensitive e-mail replier needs a blog. Actually, I'd say many of us need that kind of blog. For those who can't afford one.... or the moat, rather, that it has to live in, perhaps we can instead distribute the Alternative Saint Prayer Cards. Failing that, perhaps we'll just trade in our religious materials for something useful. Truth be told, the other side that thinks it is funny has now appeared, and I can settle in to watch a flamewar fill up my inbox. Should be fun, actually.
A new possible meme - apparently you can get your very own phrase-customized likeness action figure for about six hundred dollars or so. So if you wanted to make your own Lisa Lionheart or something like that, what would your talkie doll say? Mine might throw up something like these phrases. ( Action Adept! )
That's the stuff to it, anyway. I was feeling a bit down today, a little less confident in myself. Maybe it's that I seem to be unable to translate my comfort in "friend" situations to the point where I can ask someone out on a date. There's a switch that trips and I get all nervous-like and fearful of rejection and stuff. Guess I take dating seriously. I guess I'm better now than I was before in that I managed to muster the courage to ask, sort of. It didn't work out for me, but I did at least go farther than I had before in that respect. And I suppose I've absorbed a lot of conversation about he dating process so that I have a hundred-thousand things to worry about whether I am something bad or worse. It's lost of groundless, silly fears, all magnified to the point of zOMG. Maybe I've progressed to the point where I'm worried not about not getting noticed, but whether I'm actually good enough. It’s a rung up, but I still need to go further if I want to be a nice guy with a nice gal. Patience and perseverance are my allies here, and so I hope they will help.
I'm not trying to fish for comments or be an emo angstwhore or anything like that. It's just that I'm stumbling around a bit. This might not be a part in that footprints poem where there's only one set of footprints, but it is a point where I could use a mirage city to rest, eat and drink, and be strengthened for the journey ahead. Maybe an orphan’s feast will help. The day wasn't a bust, though - I got Negima 7, some dinner, and I saw something
uncle_pervy would get a kick out of - Big O tires. So it's not all bad. It's probably not even mostly bad, and I'm just blowing things out of proportion. So if I go to bed, maybe I'll reorient myself to be happy.
