Take a Cold Tub, Sir!
Nothing went right on Sunday. I slept until about 11:30 in the morning (after going to bed at 8 last night), because retail hours are fucking with my circadian rhythms. The computer was (and remains) borked, though less borked than it was earlier; I know we've been living on borrowed time with this thing, but I wish to God it would hold out long enough to let me get back on my feet and buy my own. (It's actually not the computer proper; we're having Monitor Issues, and essentially if I want to see anything at all I have to blow it up to 400x600 resolution. RETRO MANIA! aeromancy, I suppose this too is part of your evil plot?)
The lolmom was going to go to the store so we can get more food on account of she got paid, but on her way she stopped to mail some bills and accidentally dropped the grocery list in the mailbox with the bills. Needless to say, it was not possible to fish it out, and I had to reconstitute the entire grocery list. I am proud of her for actually remembering several of the items thereon.
I then discovered that the University in its infinite wisdom has now moved all of the back issues of Iskra, which I was going to translate for the lulz, and they seem to now be in the Lilly which means I need to provide three kinds of photo ID, a full retinal scan, and a note from the lolmom merely in order to caress them with my burning, myopic eyes. I understand the purpose here, which is to protect them since Iskra has been out of print for about a hundred years and the print run was limited and a lot of copies got destroyed for obvious reasons. Still, I wish they could protect them in a manner which causes less inconvenience for me personally. LEE: CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.
(For the four people who don't know, Iskra was an underground Communist newspaper in the days when the Communist Party was still called the Russian Social-Democratic Party, and it was printed out of Geneva in Switzerland because there one could be relatively sure of being beyond the long arm of the Okhrana, the Tsar's secret police. Eventually, of course, the Party split right down the middle which resulted in V.I. Lenin taking his toys and going home, but not before making rude noises at Georgi Plekhanov. This was actually more complicated than it sounds, but I won't bore you unless you indicate a desire to be bored. On account of the University has most of the issues and Iskra ties in with several of my historical interests and I require a constant feed of lulz lest I get bored and burn something, and I sortakinda know Russian in the most rudimentary sense of that phrase, I would like to translate it. THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH COMMUNISM.)
I am proud of me for not putting my fist through the wall.
On the up side, the University library contains about twenty-some-odd years' worth of The Boys' Own Paper, a delightful reminder of a simpler time and place when men were men &c., in the days before subtext ruled the earth. It does not, unfortunately, have a complete run; it stops in about 1903 and resumes for a little while in the early '30s, so the issues leading up to and during the Great War aren't there. My new goal in life is to find old issues of Boys' Own and buy them up, with the intention of bequeathing the lulz to the University libraries in the event that anybody else finds them at all amusing.
So. I have interviews in Evansville tomorrow and Friday, and I'm going to Bloomington on Thursday. My existence is pastede on yey.
The lolmom was going to go to the store so we can get more food on account of she got paid, but on her way she stopped to mail some bills and accidentally dropped the grocery list in the mailbox with the bills. Needless to say, it was not possible to fish it out, and I had to reconstitute the entire grocery list. I am proud of her for actually remembering several of the items thereon.
I then discovered that the University in its infinite wisdom has now moved all of the back issues of Iskra, which I was going to translate for the lulz, and they seem to now be in the Lilly which means I need to provide three kinds of photo ID, a full retinal scan, and a note from the lolmom merely in order to caress them with my burning, myopic eyes. I understand the purpose here, which is to protect them since Iskra has been out of print for about a hundred years and the print run was limited and a lot of copies got destroyed for obvious reasons. Still, I wish they could protect them in a manner which causes less inconvenience for me personally. LEE: CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.
(For the four people who don't know, Iskra was an underground Communist newspaper in the days when the Communist Party was still called the Russian Social-Democratic Party, and it was printed out of Geneva in Switzerland because there one could be relatively sure of being beyond the long arm of the Okhrana, the Tsar's secret police. Eventually, of course, the Party split right down the middle which resulted in V.I. Lenin taking his toys and going home, but not before making rude noises at Georgi Plekhanov. This was actually more complicated than it sounds, but I won't bore you unless you indicate a desire to be bored. On account of the University has most of the issues and Iskra ties in with several of my historical interests and I require a constant feed of lulz lest I get bored and burn something, and I sortakinda know Russian in the most rudimentary sense of that phrase, I would like to translate it. THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH COMMUNISM.)
I am proud of me for not putting my fist through the wall.
On the up side, the University library contains about twenty-some-odd years' worth of The Boys' Own Paper, a delightful reminder of a simpler time and place when men were men &c., in the days before subtext ruled the earth. It does not, unfortunately, have a complete run; it stops in about 1903 and resumes for a little while in the early '30s, so the issues leading up to and during the Great War aren't there. My new goal in life is to find old issues of Boys' Own and buy them up, with the intention of bequeathing the lulz to the University libraries in the event that anybody else finds them at all amusing.
So. I have interviews in Evansville tomorrow and Friday, and I'm going to Bloomington on Thursday. My existence is pastede on yey.