This morning as I was leaving my apartment -- ok, it wasn't morning, it was 3:00 in the afternoon, because it's the WEEKEND and weekends are about sleeping until noon and then watching lots of Yes, Minister in a fashion that would make your mother think you are frittering away your life -- I tripped over a package that the postman had kindly ( Read more... )

I just got back from a routine, required-to-get-my-prescription-refilled, run-of-the-mill checkup with my allergist, who took one look at me and informed me that I have a sinus infection ( Read more... )

SHALESIDE: (fiddling around with laptop casing) Uh oh ... Fawkes, it looks like your screen casing is mucked up a bit from your fall. 
FAWKES:  beep bop?
SHALESIDE:  I think we're OK, though ... it looks like I just need to pinch it together here and snap it back into place ...
FAWKES:  beep bip beep?
SHALESIDE  And you're still working, which ( Read more... )

THE ADVENTURES OF FAWKES, MY VALIANT COMPUTER
 ~ OR, WHY I SHOULD NOT BE PERMITTED TO OWN A LAPTOP ~

( Part the First )

1. If a demon that is supposed to be tempting you to sell your soul to Satan instead tells you
                  "Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God
                   And tasted the eternal joys of heaven
                   Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
                   In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
                   ( Read more... )

A couple weeks ago at dinner, I made reference to geoducks and found that no one else had the slightest idea what I was talking about. Since my main knowledge of geoducks came from a stuffed animal that my piano teacher had when I was a kid* (and I was unsure how to spell a word pronounced "gooey duck") it took me a while to track down any ( Read more... )

Today I spent four hours hitting boiled mulberry bark with a mallet while singing show tunes and watching the snow fall onto the Lyman Lakes out of the print studio window ( Read more... )

"I hate talking to people," I was about to say to the other student worker.

Then the irony hit me and I stopped.

*  Also, I don't actually hate talking to people.  I just don't always do a great job interacting with boss-type people, even boss-type people that I like. 

"So apparently I'm getting a screw date* this year."

"That's fantastic! I wish we had something like that here."

"mghjksf blargle."

"Um . . . do you not want a screw date?"

"I don't know . . . I'm so busy these days.  And all I think about is schoolwork.  I'll probably spend the whole night talking about my comps, entirely by accident."

"Maybe you ( Read more... )

A mark of what this weekend has been like:  Tonight I went for a walk in the arb as a study break.  As we passed by the Hill of Three Oaks, I wondered "What are all these people doing having a bonfire on a school night?"

Then I passed by a drunken mob on the way back into the dorm and suddenly remembered that it's a Saturday.