When one's relative poverty is put into hard, numeric terms.  At least I get a (relativly) big refund.

There have been a lot of things I've been putting off while I was in the grips of thesis madness.  I have been putting off some of them for a very long time.  In no particular order:

- Help Alyssa finish her thesis
- Deep clean the house
- Organize the garage
- Look for cheaper rent
- Do 2008 taxes
- Upgrade health insurance (must do before 1st)
- Plan ( Read more... )

I turned in the final draft of my thesis on Friday.  It ended up being 84 pages with appendices and references.  The tables, figures and getting the page numbers in the correct spot were the hardest part.  I still need to get another round of edits from the grad office, but that shouldn't be too difficult.  Then I can print it on cotton bond paper ( Read more... )

Remember that it is "toward."  Using "towards" is a filthy British way to spell it.

Defended.

And it would have been 29 if I could spell "Van Buren", "Eisenhower" and for some reason they only accept George Washington's full name.  Damnit.

This guy!  Friday the 13th (you can't make this shit up) at 10.  This is the second-to-last hurtle for being a fully fledged master of science.  The second is the dreaded style and format masters at the grad office.  Wish me luck.

Coming home from MS last night, I narrowly missed the back of an office chair on the on-ramp to 520.  However, I didn't miss the bottom to the chair.  It put a big, nasty hole in my front tire.  Fucking chairs.

Me: "Tom Hicks... Wait..."
Trist: "No that's Tim Hicks."
Me: "But wait, what if it was Tom Hicks?"
Tris: "You mean Tom Hanks in Castaway?"
Me: "No the comedian Tom Hicks... Wait no...  Bill Hicks!  Man, I'm glad I didn't decided to drive to work today."

And that's been my weekend.  Get your flu shots, kids.

It's been a while since I shared music, that I'm sure no one wants to hear, so I figure we're all due.

I got myself an Earthlings? cd for my birthday.  They were one of the big Man's Ruin/Desert Sessions (in fact the Desert Sessions traditionally takes place on Fred Drake's Arizona ranch) bands that owed a lot to Masters of Reality.  The vocalist, ( Read more... )