One more day until the days off.

First - greyweirdo, there is an outstanding storytelling debt on your record involving baffling a member of the law enforcement community using a full-sized top hat and a stuffed duck. What's the story?

Second, and there's something that just cheers when I hear this - Emperor Norton: The Musical. Speaking of music, here's something of a completely different sort: deep-sea whalesong.

Tomorrow is a midterm, for which I will study more. It doesn't look like it's going to be obscenely detailed, but I don't want to take it lightly for fear of getting bowled over by it. But as of tomorrow, I'll have reached the halfway point in this semester (things seemed to have moved faster this semester as opposed to last), and will be three-quarters done with this year of graduate schooling. I've learned a lot, although I won't necessarily say that I am competent at any of the things I've learned. My grades keep coming back okay, though, so I must be making progress.

Today had some other fun days - I accidentally opened up a scab I'd received as the aftermath of accidentally touching a very hot steam pipe with my elbow last Thursday. So I had to take some unused notes and staunch the flow - I'm sure that had to be great for the people who were in class. That issue got taken care of. The one that really made me go WTF is... well, in the process of getting my vehicle in and out of our driveway configuration, I must have crushed a can of paint or something... not noticing it, I went to go change windshield wiper blades, and for one reason or another, I actually look down and notice the tire has yellow paint on it. And then I look down farther, and realize that I've been stepping in it. Yeah - that's beautiful. So I got as much of it off as I could, and I'm wondering if there are any good suggestions on how to get the paint off of shoes (there's not really much on the sides, but it's there) and possibly getting it off the tire (driving and leaving strange yellow patches may be the order of the day.) - I'd probably have hosed it, but there's no hose and I think the outside tap is off, anyway. I'll figure it out somehow. I'm just a little (okay, a lot) aggravated that there have been cans of paint sitting in the driveway that were not empty, where a car might have to maneuver over them to get in or out or up far enough. And it was yellow paint, too, so it doesn't exactly match the decor or either my shoes, my tires, or any part of the car that might have gotten some on it. And I still didn't change the windshield wiper cartridges - for as much as the pictures are supposed to be clear, they aren't. So maybe I'll have to watch it happen once, and then I will understand. Still so much more to learn about the world outside...

Ah, well. Tomorrow is one more day, and then things are finished for a bit.

It's Spring Break Time!

Woot, huzzah, one midterm down, one assignment to be completed over the break, others to think about, but to celebrate the beginning of the break, I had a drink at one of the local pubs. And now I'm relaxing, very chill and very ready to be off for a week. Huzzah, huzzah.

There's some interesting signs - today a report in the UK says that, contrary to popular thought, librarians are really stressed out. Mostly because, I would think, we're increasingly being seen as relics of time gone by and not utilized to our proper potential. Nobody wants to go through a Master's program only to find out everyone thinks it's all on the Internet and everthing on the Internet is true.

On the subject of most stressed profession, though, I bow in deference to secondary school teachers. They've got it worse than librarians, and in groups of thirty at a time.

Two types of music for your ears to consider and your eyes to think about, the first is an instrument you play without touching, the second, a music box that you can't control. An AntiPod, if you will.

Yet more voting irregularities regarding the last election - some votes had their timestamps nearly two weeks before the day of the election. Voter fraud, stealing an election, and all the rest of the thigns being done - isn't there enough evidence to at leats put forward articles of impeachment, even if the party-controlled government won't actually convict?

Last bit tonight i a thing that I find very interesting - someone discussing the existence of Mu-lacra, things that don't exist but have entered the consciousness and been documented as if they did (Hammerspace is an example of a Mu-lacra - doesn't exist, but does exist because enough people talk about it like it does.) One notes that there are fascinating possibilities to this idea - capturing botht the known knowledge and the unknown knowledge of a community using one or another technique will certainly give you a more complete picture to hand to your descendents. Which could be good or bad, depending on how you think about it.

That's all from me - bedtime is upon us.