[Hand finger puppets] Wow. My blog went crazy there for a while. I’ve been having trouble posting lately. Some gibberish about FTP connections. Delete, delete, delete! What a diatribe about the virtues of blogs. I’m off to Memphis in a few for the big interview. The design director said I would be there from noon until 5 or 5:30. That’s a long interview. I hope that’s a good thing, and I hope it doesn’t involve…
[Will there be minivans in heaven?] Now it’s official; I’m done with undergraduate work. I know I’ll miss compulsively embarking upon new intellectual pursuits every semester. From now on, I’ll just have to initiate them myself. I started today by picking up a bargain book at Hastings: The Failures of Integration: How Race and Class are Undermining the American Dream, by Sheryll Cashin. I think I heard this woman on NPR several months ago when…
[This is my last exit] The last week of school is always a blur to me. This is my last last week, so it’s all the more fleeting. It doesn’t really feel like I’m done with school, though, because I figure I’ll eventually come back for a master’s when I become washed up and irrelevent in my field. By then, I’ll surely feel the need to teach young ‘uns the finer points of design. That’s…
[Sinus infections smell like wet metal] I’ve been trying to post all day, but haven’t been able to connect to my FTP server. And because I already have delusions of persecution (gas siphoning, quasi-unfriendly anonymous posts, etc.), I naturally assumed that I was being sabotaged, because the whole world revolves around me, me, me! Until I figured it out and fixed the problem just now. That’s the point where I backed sheepishly into the corner…
[When am I gonna barf?] The body is a wonderland. (Thanks, John Mayer, for pointing that out.) The past ALL times I have drunk, I’ve gotten ridiculously sick the following day. Even when I had just one or two Sex on the Beaches (Sexes on the Beach?). But Nick’s holiday mystery elixer last night, of which I downed three cups, left me completely able to get up this morning and be at work, after 4.5…
[The back of the line is at the back of the line] I’m still a little drunk, so bear with me. Here are some pictures of the party I left just 15 minutes ago. Technology – will the wonders ever cease?!? These two ended up naked by the end of the night. That’s all I’m sayin’. Kristin spent much of her drunk time convincing both Joey and Keller that they are good people. Here’s Keller…
[Choose your own adventure] Today was nice until I had to go to work from 4-9:40. Not a very long shift, but work always ruins the day when it means standing around, wasting brain cells. Beforehand, I actually had time to fix up some more portfolio packets to mail off, go to the grocery, and visit Phil at his store. I felt like I halfway accomplished something. When I came home tonight, Phil had baked…
[Our destinations are the ones we’ve been before] I’m having a lot of trouble lately getting to work on time. Right now, for instance, I’m going to be late because my car won’t start. It has a security glitch and every now and then it thinks I’m trying to steal it. So it cuts off the fuel supply or something and won’t start for 10 minutes. I have to be at work in 10 minutes.…
[Be only anti] I thought we were going to wash away this morning, or at the very least that our bedroom window was going to collapse from the force of the sideways rain. We didn’t. It didn’t. And now the sky is brilliant blue and the wind is in a hurry. I’ll try to stay out of its way. Phil and I put the lights on the balcony last night, finally. Brenda, this lady I…
[Worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane] Ugh. I’m in a sour mood. Job, rain, projects, homework, dinged car, PMS. I’m also hungry, and I had plans for Phil and me to finally put up our Christmas lights, but he’s instead got a date with the Parisians before they jet back to that from whence they came. I think I’ll order a pizza, make some counterfeit graduation tickets, and try to…
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