Just Stop

"...i won't be enjoying this moment
knowing that
all that you want is to criticize
something for nothing
and all that i want, is forgiveness one more time
i know that all that we want is to feel inside
some kind of comfort
and all that we've done we can't hide..."

I hope this is the last time I listen to this song and think of grad school apps. Done and done. In the mail tomorrow.

(Disturbed, "Just Stop", Ten Thousand Fists)

Snow Day 3: The Inexorable Revenging Return

Hwaet.

Many have heard me bitch and moan about North Carolina's near tropical climate (I mean, damn. Humidity. It'll kill you.), which I find largely unbearable for long stretches of time. Being a desert/mountain type of guy, weather extremes are nothing really new, but there's something about humidity that cuts right into me.

Now, speaking of "extremes", it's worth noting that North Carolina, with the exception of the occasional 115 degree summer day, generally...well, ALWAYS goes EXACTLY 364 days a year without some sort of debilitating, infrastructure crashing weather issues. What's amusing, to me anyway, is that the one day that does shut things down is a mild, pleasant day of light snow. By light I mean about an inch.

So, for the third consecutive "spring" term, I am sitting here at home, enjoying a cup of coffee and a nice view out the window.


Of course, all this will be melted by noon.

In other news, I can now be found on the Facebook. Find me, and ye shall be friended. But, you know, not in a creepy way, or anything.

***UPDATE***  It's 12:40, the sun is out, and the snow is melting.  

Breaking up is hard to do

Dear Fall Semester,

Wow, this is tough. I’m not even sure where to start. Well, things have been crazy lately. We’ve both been busy, and that’s put a strain on what we have. I think we’re just…different. A lot has gone on over the last 4 months. Hard to believe it’s been that long!

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if we can go any further. It just…doesn’t feel right.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some great times. It’s been one heck of a journey for use, from start of term to final papers. But now, well, I think this is it.

I know, I know. This isn’t easy for me, either. But a new year is coming up soon, and I don’t think that I can keep living in the past (except when I’m writing checks. I have a hard time with that. Literally writing checks, by the way).

No, we did have some good times. Some great times. In the end, though, you’re just demanding too much. I can’t keep giving and giving after final grades are turned in. I need my own space, some room to breathe.

No, no. No more. I’ve said what I need to say. What? Well, that’s hurtful. Yeah, based on your reaction, I think that you’ve got some growing up to do. Maybe we both do. No, don’t call me. No. No. It’s over. Yes, I know. No. Okay, you know what? That’s it. I think we need to stop talking. Oh. Well. To hell with you too, then. Yeah. Right. Bye.

Told you so

What's that? Oh, you DIDN'T lose my mail? What? You're sorry? Well...

Apology accepted, post office.

Oh God Damn It

Really, post office? You're going to LOSE a piece of PRIORITY MAIL? Oh, it's okay. It's just the packet with info for my LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION. Yeah. No problem.

There goes my fucking hyperdrive.

When I lose you in the asteroid field, post office, I'm going to laugh as your punk ass is force choked to death.

The First Transport is Away

Of course, by transport I mean grad school application, and by away I mean in the mail. Honestly, I could really use a massive ion cannon to clear a path, but you can't have it all.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Clash of the Bad Marketing Slogans

So...since the Super Bowl is the most commercial event in this plane of existence, it's always fun to chuckle about potential marketing angles when the thing is still a couple months away (and it beats grading papers or writing personal statements).

They didn't do much with the Raiders v. Buccaneers match up a few years ago, but what kind of obnoxiousness can we expect if the current favorites, the Giants and the Titans, face off in Super Bowl XLIII (or whatever it is)?

Anyone?

I know people

Have I accomplished anything of note recently? Not really.

But I know people...around (not so much 'in') the arts. Like, opera reviewer people. Seriously.

http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/2008/10/sunday_mozarts_idomeneo_at_the.php

It Tasks Me...

All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event-in the living act, the undoubted deed-there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts for the mouldings of its features from the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the GRE is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there's naught beyond. But 'tis enough. It tasks me, it heaps me; I see in it outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the GRE agent, or be the GRE principal, I will wreak that hate upon it.

Okay, maybe it's not that bad. Not at all, really. Still, I will be enjoying the celebratory beer and pizza dinner on Saturday night...

Thankfully, I'm taking the cursed thing downtown (we call it Uptown, which makes sense since most people in the area used to live SOUTH of Charlotte), so I won't have to fight the race traffic up the road at Lowe's Speedway(THE BEAST OF THE SOUTHEAST!). The traffic might have tasked me, verily.

I doubt Melville would mind the tweak. Besides, he's dead and this is public domain. Heh.