i’ve had three separate migraines this week, and am working up a fourth. i’d cry, but that’d just make it worse.
People asked me to bring this bloody shirt back, so I did, and not a single soul has bought a single damn shirt. Come on. And here it is, a week later and no one ever bought one and the campaign failed. I’m never bringing this shirt back again.
I just wrote “Capitalism led to yet another form of capitalism.”
Where is my mind?
It’s just as well, really. Just as well.
I feel so behind. I’m maybe a little behind. But not nearly as behind as I feel. It’s kind of weird.
That’s just about the whitest Facebook status update I have ever read. Not to mention the fact that it sent the hipster gauge right off the flipping charts.
I simply cannot find the motivation to grade these assignments.
Of course I am on vacation.
Suggestions based on the fact that I watched Supernatural: Grey’s Anatomy. Um. OK. Who wrote that algorithm??
“I’ve been educating myself on ferns. I feel like I need to get to know them better.”
Technical nightmares all over the damn place. Stupid Mediasite.
I am having trouble with this figure 8 cast on. I think I need to wait and do it magic loop. I’d start it now, but evidently, my size 7 needle tips are in use on a WIP at home. le sigh.
I think I need to block out all this noise somehow. I cannot focus. It’s total chaos.
This needs to be available for Android, thank you.
“Why is so much wedding stuff riddled with stupid rhymes?? ”
OK! Let’s go!
“I’m not gonna lie to you, ma’am. I did not understand a word you just said.”
I teach an online course. I’m reasonably certain that the fire safety training does not apply.
Stop sending me shit via my.sharepoint. It doesn’t bloody work properly.
“Bless your heart” has a very different meaning in Michigan than it does in the south.
I need to get a Ph.D. just so these students will stop calling me Mrs. I’ve never gone by Mrs.
I was feeling like since this is a week overdue you should be getting more for your money. But then I remembered that you aren’t paying me.
My record for not finding a petoskey stone in the wild remains unbroken.
I think this is a lovely story.
This week is making me very sad.
She said plebeian but she pronounced it plea-be-ahn. It’s pleh-beahn.
Huh. I never would have guessed Paige. I thought for sure Piper.
These pages keep popping up in my FB feed lately that I haven’t seen in so long I don’t even remember liking them in the first place.
“Never re-enter a building until instructed to do so by an official police or fire ……… person.”
OK. Thoroughly sick of the word “intersectionality” at this point.
What. I need to own this book. Obviously.
Quest bar for lunch it is then.
I have to enter it manually. Not absolutely everything is connected. I know that’s hard to believe.
I guess people like my Instagram feed a lot more when I’m traveling. I guess I can’t really blame them. I’m horribly dull when I’m at home.
I’m horribly dull when I’m not at home.
You can be angry at me all you want, but you’re the one who missed the deadline and you were told you’d get a zero.
It doesn’t really seem like I have too many desk toys until it’s time to dust my desk. Stop falling over Funko Pop! Allison Reynolds! You’re drunk!
That’s too many exclamation points right now.
WTF even is that? “True colors”??? “I’m a blue and a gold.” “Ohhhh I’m a red and a …” WHERE EVEN AM I RIGHT NOW???
Are you a leader? No. No, I am not.
“who vigorously opposed their opponents’ attempts”
I’m glad I’m almost done with this baby blanket. It’s taken me entirely too long to knit up.
Don’t do anything crazy, man.
It looks like vintage pajama material.
I need to print this and hang it outside my cube.
I am not Google. I am not Google. I am not Google. I am not Google.
I will freely admit to you that I have never read Wuthering Heights. I really have no idea why.
I have, however, read Jane Eyre approximately 47 times.
Yes, I know they were written by two different Brontes, thank you very much.
Um. I’ll take Jane Eyre. Or Frankenstein. Or Poe. You know how I feel about Eddie. Eddie is my homeboy. Please. Thank you.
I like tacos. I can only think of one person who doesn’t like tacos and she doesn’t like much of anything.
money money money money money money money money money
“Toxic sentimentality” might be my new favorite phrase.
Um. Hell yes.
The thing that makes Lena Dunham a “sack of flaming garbage” is the fact that she’s a horrible human being. It has absolutely nothing to do with what she looks like and everything to do with how she treats people.
Raise your hand if you’re surprised.
But all is right with the world again.
Honestly. Hiddleston is much too young for me anyway. Allow me to repeat myself: I like my men like I like my Scotch. At least 10 years older than me and strong enough to knock a hippie across the room.
I have a shocking number of links for you this week. Haven’t been linking much at all lately.
“Exaggerating the risks of allowing children some unsupervised time has significant costs besides the loss of children’s independence, freedom and opportunity to learn how to solve problems on their own,” Sarnecka said. “As people have adopted the idea that children must never be alone, parents increasingly face the possibility of arrest, charges of abuse or neglect, and even incarceration for allowing their children to play in parks, walk to school or wait in a car for a few minutes without them.”
I just marked “bachelor degree” as the highest level of education I’ve received for the first time in response to a question. That’s kinda cool.
“You may not be as blessed with easy charm and cunning as some other Starfleet Captains we could mention, but this means you’ve had to sharpen up your other skills, most notably as a tactician and a diplomat. As well as being supremely clever, you have an exceptionally long fuse, which allows you to play the long game in matters of extreme delicacy, even when tempers are becoming frayed all around you. This means you can lead your loyal crew less by instinct and more by a keen understanding of the best way to navigate some extremely strange situations. ”
Huh. Honestly I expect Captain Sisko. I do love Patrick Stewart. Sisko will always be my favorite though.
What? Hugh Laurie has a new series? Yes please!
Thanks to Stormageddon, this song has been firmly entrenched in my skull for a full week. Unrelenting. It is kind of a great 90s esque shoegazer poppish little number though. In a Boo Radleys sort of way. At least it’s not awful. I don’t hate it at all. I just would maybe like a break from the damn chorus.
It is so humid that it set the smoke alarms off in the old Compound this evening. Ridiculous.
Of course the semester started out fraught with technical difficulties. Of course.
Huh. That person is kind of an idiot.
you’re your you’re your you’re your you’re your you’re
You probably could have figured out the answer to that question yourself with just a few minutes of careful reading.
So much to do before I do the thing I need to do. do be do be doo.
I ran out of links. I just typed rena instead of ran.
Yeah, I have no idea.
Evidently I created a category I have never used. Huh.
I need to take my contacts out.
I’m at a total loss about my hair. I just can’t even deal with it anymore. And my bangs seem to have stopped growing completely.
I don’t know who the craft hippies are.
I do know I dozed off there for about 10 minutes and am not really altogether awake right now.
And it’s too late for a cuppa tea.
Johnnie Walker Black? Yes please.
Thanks, but I generally prefer my tea to *not* taste like I’m drinking a campfire. Just say no to lapsang souchong.
What good is a clock that moves at half the pace of a normal clock? And why would I pay $88 for it??
I’m just here.
That meeting actually took the whole hour. My whole morning is gone.
hula mula girls
Look. I’ll be the first person to admit that I have a cheddar cheese pretzel Combo problem.
Wow. I’ve just had no time for you today. And now there is Muppet drama. Poor Red.
Oh Lord. You should just stay out of this one, lady. You do not want to start some shit with a bunch of libertarians.
Gah. I hate looking up homeschool crap and being directed to “our favorite [insert subject here] book!!” and realizing it’s all God based.
The point is that the guy is a moron. I know you missed that in all your moral outrage, so I’m just spelling it out for you. Again. Cos I pretty much said that to begin with.
I just can’t get enough of this Mumford and Sons album lately. I love it.
Ugh. My iced tea tastes funky. But I need a soda break. le sigh.
It kinda tastes sorta cheese-y. Which is incredibly weird.
I’m at a loss.
Well no, I don’t actually want to learn how to use yet another design software. But hey thanks.
I think this tea might be making my stomach feel icky. I think I’m going to trade it in for a Diet Dr. Pepper. Because yum.
Yes. Yes, that was the correct choice.
About your instructor …
I’M TEACHING A CLASS YOU GUYS!
Holy wow. Hell’s bells.
I do not have any unread messages in my inbox, Office 365. Lying bastard! I hate Office 365 so so so so much.
And now I can never have a medical marijuana card. Not that I was after one, but still.
We need more libertarians in office. That’s just a fact.
You must have tiny tiny cows.
Tiny ickle coos! With tiny ickle moos!
My interwebs’re totally wonked, yo.
What’s up with that beard-thing, Alton Brown?
OK, yeah, I’m in.
“The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” All. Over. The. Place.
Honey Crisp!!! Mah fave-oh-rit.
There. I wrote myself a note and everything.
red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather
goodnight, ladies. goodnight.
Maybe it’s the way she says “bless you” – all urgent and sort of half panicked. As if surely the demons would take imminent possession of your carcass were she not to bless your soul as quickly as her mouth can form the words and her lungs can throw them forth with a burst of desperate air.
But maybe not.
No. Really. Take it to Snapchat. Please.
Maybe it’s because I’m a photographer, not a videographer.
I find this fascinating. I would have thought that “we” care more because it’s a child and there is the natural instinct to protect the children. But it’s fascinating either way.
That was one of the dumber internet quizzes I’ve taken.
Wow. I can’t even comprehend suspending all of my weight from my teeth.
Who puts rosemary in their coffee??
Why do I look at these things? Gah. If a cluttered counter is so anathema to you, lady, why don’t you just come and clean my house for me? You certainly seem to have all the time, ever.
I need some new ankle socks for my constitutionals. All of these are completely shot.
Man. That woman sure prints a lot of stuff.
Signing your work email with “peace” is just as weirdly annoying as signing it “best.”
I feel like you could use a laugh.
My degree has officially posted. I’m officially a grad student. How weird.
Wow, I’ve been so caught up in proofreading this here course content that I’ve completely ignored Random. Holy shit there are a lot of typos and grammatical annoyances to correct.
Holy shit, I’m about to teach my first ever class. It’s a college class. It’s an honors college class. Wow.
Holy wow. I can see your son comes by his chattiness honestly.
Oh. You’re still here. heh.
Shiny new red pens!
Interestingly, I will not actually be using them for grading.
Gosh they write really nice too.
I feel like there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, but I can’t think of what it is.
I think those panda suits that people wear to go into the panda habitats are the creepiest frigging things I have ever seen. Except for those big plasticky rubber animal head masks like you get from Archie McPhee. Those are way creepier. Maybe they’re equally creepy actually. Cos I just saw another pic of those panda people and my skin just started to crawl right off my bones.
Have I mentioned how much I flipping hate plastic wrap?
Who could it be now?
Ha. It’s totally stuck in your head now, isn’t it?
Boy it sure cooled down quickly in here.
Holy shit it’s after 8 already.
Holy shit I’m saying holy shit a lot today.
I don’t have a lot on my mind since I got that email from the Registrar’s office this morning. I guess I’m just kind of suddenly all “WHEW, that’s done. FINALLY.” A huge weight, yo.
Huh. Tony Hawk just bought a house in Detroit. Weird.
My feed is all kinds of messed up.
And my feet are cold.
And my littlest needs to hit the hay hard.
I have always found it particularly entertaining that Hill so vigorously defended Bill Clinton. I have never believed her story, and it still greatly irritates me that my college not only paid her to come to campus to speak, but sang her praises far and wide.
Interesting. I had never heard of an Rh.D. before.
“Trying to think of a situation in which I’d ask her advice.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
This is really really interesting.
There is an important distinction to be made between duck face and a smoochy face. And I have never in my life made a duck face.
I seriously read that name as Dementia.
Dammit! Whyyyy must Tommy Stinson play on a flipping Thursday night? sigh. Yet another show I won’t be attending.
And that is why I do not live on a flood plane.
We’re not really Star Wars people.
Man. I’m so glad I put Dropbox on my phone. Google just will not back up my Instagram photos for some reason.
Is there ever going to be another day in my life when I will not feel like I’m sleepwalking? Bone damn tired.
I’d like this stitch under my ribs to relax now please. I’d like to take a breath, thank you.
dammit dammit dammit. That is not the news any of us were hoping for.
I have no motivation whatsoever. For anything.
It’s not “bare with me.” No one wants to bare with you. Maybe your wife or husband or something. I don’t know. I certainly don’t want to bare with you.
Honestly. It’s just not that hard to set up a course correctly. It just isn’t. There are even step by step instructions available for you. Jesus.
Dammit. Why do parents have to be so dang rude when they call here? I cannot give you information about your student. I really don’t care if you pay the bills or not.
Wait. What? Crystal Pepsi is back? Why the hell would anyone bring Crystal Pepsi back??
Once again, I completely forgot that this is a Wednesday.
Whhhhhhhy do I have Alice in Chains stuck in my head? Ughhhhhhh.
I don’t belong in this show with these people.
Why must you always complicate these things unnecessarily?
doesn’t matter what they say
Oh no. I’m not answering that call. Not a chance.
I think Sarah Michelle Gellar is wearing all those weird shirt dresses lately because she’s pregnant again. (The rumor started here, folks.)
I guess I should have checked the clock …
What? I can’t. What??
This calls for shortbread.
And tea. You can’t have shortbread without tea.
I hate weaving in ends. I hate weaving in ends. I hate weaving in ends.
Oh my goodness. Stop trying to steal Reykjavik cats, Stephen West!
I can’t believe I spelled Reykjavik correctly on the first try. I’m awesome.
But I don’t need a holster.
WHY WON’T YOU SLEEP?
I suppose shortbread would be good with iced coffee as well.
We shall see.