Mommy's all right, daddy's all right, they just seem a little weird...
It's been a week since I posted!?! What the hell?
Part of the blame rests with
becc367 and her sig 'o, who got me and
stinky_monky started on that damned Guitar Hero game. When we found out that there's a two-player mode we just had to get our own copy (and gee-tar). Last night was the big concert extravaganza, and I daresay the four of us rocked the house. Well, stinky_monky rocked the house (her musical background serves her well with an axe); the rest of us were along for the ride. Now becca's sig 'o is working on customizing the game and including songs of our choosing (he's a computer techie; that stuff comes naturally to him). He's making us a mix tape; it's like we're all dating. And every time I close my eyes I see that damned scrolling effect...
The rest of the blame rests with, well, me, I guess. Reading, writing, teaching, etc. The first draft of my paper on the California Air Resources Board was due this week and on Thursday my colleagues critiqued it. The final paper is supposed to be around 30 pages but I'm on page 20 and have barely scratched the surface. I have some mondo editing to do. The class critique went fairly well. They said I write pretty. The professor said I write OK (he's also the one who said that my appearance belies my skill with the written word, or something to that effect, last year) and that it looks like I should be able to put together at least a couple of conference presentations with this stuff. I'll take that as positive feedback.
Part of the blame rests with
becc367 and her sig 'o, who got me and
stinky_monky started on that damned Guitar Hero game. When we found out that there's a two-player mode we just had to get our own copy (and gee-tar). Last night was the big concert extravaganza, and I daresay the four of us rocked the house. Well, stinky_monky rocked the house (her musical background serves her well with an axe); the rest of us were along for the ride. Now becca's sig 'o is working on customizing the game and including songs of our choosing (he's a computer techie; that stuff comes naturally to him). He's making us a mix tape; it's like we're all dating. And every time I close my eyes I see that damned scrolling effect...
The rest of the blame rests with, well, me, I guess. Reading, writing, teaching, etc. The first draft of my paper on the California Air Resources Board was due this week and on Thursday my colleagues critiqued it. The final paper is supposed to be around 30 pages but I'm on page 20 and have barely scratched the surface. I have some mondo editing to do. The class critique went fairly well. They said I write pretty. The professor said I write OK (he's also the one who said that my appearance belies my skill with the written word, or something to that effect, last year) and that it looks like I should be able to put together at least a couple of conference presentations with this stuff. I'll take that as positive feedback.