heigh ho, the glamorous life....
I think I return to this subject line more than ANY OTHER. Ah, Sondheim, you wily rascal, how are you always a propos?
Anyhoo, I forwent taking Steve into the shop today (I figure, I've already been driving him for a month on a check engine light, what's the rush?) (god, I have probably killed my car, haven't I). After a long delay, my new laptop is supposedly on the way today, put into a FedEx truck at 6:30AM this morning. I really, REALLY hope it actually makes it to me today, as these things can be dicey- sometimes there is FedEx fail, but sometimes the building manager is out of her office and there's no one to let the nice deliveryperson in. I REALLY WANT MY LAPTOP, Y'ALL. IT WILL BE SHINY, NEW, AND ABLE TO BE PLUGGED IN WITHOUT RISK OF DEATH! (As you can guess from this post, I have risked death to charge Captain Jack* one last time and double check that I have everything backed up)
I saw Prof Big Cheese yesterday, if only for class. The reading for the day was on the Nātyaśāstra- not the actual text, but from a book that discussed both Bharata's text and the many commentaries that were written on it. The commentaries vary WIDELY on their interpretation of the original, and BC and I shared a Moment over our delight that one such disputed word might mean anything from an ornamental veranda to a PEN FOR DRUNKEN ELEPHANTS.
DRUNKEN.
ELEPHANTS.
Clearly, the ancient Indian theatres were the places to BE, Y'ALL.
As I was rushing out, I double checked that Prof BC had gotten my draft of the Thesis of Doom last week, which he did confirm. Who knows how long it'll take for him to get back to me on it, of course, but I do need to keep working in the meantime. I figure the new laptop will be my cosmic cue to get back to work, so you see? It's not just crass materialism that motivates me, but my HARDCORE, ASS KICKING WORK ETHIC. OBVIOUSLY.
Tomorrow, I get a stack of 85 midterm exams to grade, just in time for spring break. HUZZAH! Hopefully, they will have learned my name is NOT 'Shakespear [sic] Girl' by then. In related news of awesome, Prof Jazz Hands has decreed that at this point, any student who doesn't know the name of their TA is getting points docked each time. BOO YAH!
I am actually looking forward to it- grading is mostly mindless and yet grants you the feeling of Getting Shit Done. Plus, it will be a nice diversion from thesisizing. :)
ARGH THIS ENTRY IS BORING LIKE A BORING THING.
I bet it's because I am watching S1 of Smallville. I am SORRY, but this show has been TERRIBLE thus far. Tom Welling is made of WOOD, Kristen Kreuk is WORSE, and the writing makes me weep. At least I get to crack up every time I see Rosenbaum because, well, ROSENBAUM. LE SIGH. The things I do for peripheral fandoms. Also, Clark is a creepy stalker and Chloe's hair has so much product in it that I weep.
* So named because he has died and been resurrected multiple times. BAZINGA.
Anyhoo, I forwent taking Steve into the shop today (I figure, I've already been driving him for a month on a check engine light, what's the rush?) (god, I have probably killed my car, haven't I). After a long delay, my new laptop is supposedly on the way today, put into a FedEx truck at 6:30AM this morning. I really, REALLY hope it actually makes it to me today, as these things can be dicey- sometimes there is FedEx fail, but sometimes the building manager is out of her office and there's no one to let the nice deliveryperson in. I REALLY WANT MY LAPTOP, Y'ALL. IT WILL BE SHINY, NEW, AND ABLE TO BE PLUGGED IN WITHOUT RISK OF DEATH! (As you can guess from this post, I have risked death to charge Captain Jack* one last time and double check that I have everything backed up)
I saw Prof Big Cheese yesterday, if only for class. The reading for the day was on the Nātyaśāstra- not the actual text, but from a book that discussed both Bharata's text and the many commentaries that were written on it. The commentaries vary WIDELY on their interpretation of the original, and BC and I shared a Moment over our delight that one such disputed word might mean anything from an ornamental veranda to a PEN FOR DRUNKEN ELEPHANTS.
DRUNKEN.
ELEPHANTS.
Clearly, the ancient Indian theatres were the places to BE, Y'ALL.
As I was rushing out, I double checked that Prof BC had gotten my draft of the Thesis of Doom last week, which he did confirm. Who knows how long it'll take for him to get back to me on it, of course, but I do need to keep working in the meantime. I figure the new laptop will be my cosmic cue to get back to work, so you see? It's not just crass materialism that motivates me, but my HARDCORE, ASS KICKING WORK ETHIC. OBVIOUSLY.
Tomorrow, I get a stack of 85 midterm exams to grade, just in time for spring break. HUZZAH! Hopefully, they will have learned my name is NOT 'Shakespear [sic] Girl' by then. In related news of awesome, Prof Jazz Hands has decreed that at this point, any student who doesn't know the name of their TA is getting points docked each time. BOO YAH!
I am actually looking forward to it- grading is mostly mindless and yet grants you the feeling of Getting Shit Done. Plus, it will be a nice diversion from thesisizing. :)
ARGH THIS ENTRY IS BORING LIKE A BORING THING.
I bet it's because I am watching S1 of Smallville. I am SORRY, but this show has been TERRIBLE thus far. Tom Welling is made of WOOD, Kristen Kreuk is WORSE, and the writing makes me weep. At least I get to crack up every time I see Rosenbaum because, well, ROSENBAUM. LE SIGH. The things I do for peripheral fandoms. Also, Clark is a creepy stalker and Chloe's hair has so much product in it that I weep.
* So named because he has died and been resurrected multiple times. BAZINGA.