I typed Ransom Wednesday.  That could get interesting.

If the only “symbols of female power” we’re allowed to have are progressive card carrying members of NOW, I’d rather just not have any.  And I’m sorry, but how exactly is a man qualified to make that call in the first place??  And why is no one calling him a racist?  I’ll do it.  RACIST.  I don’t even like golf.

What a depressing list.

I’m going to have to start calling this “Jentober’s Chocolate Goodbye Cake.”

Now both hips hurt.  I tell ya, I’m feeling downright decrepit today.

A very large chocolate chip cookie.  That’s what makes my boss awesome.

Photographing war with a toy camera.  This is incredible.

3.81 getting there.

Adviser.  Whatever.  That’s one of those words that doesn’t look right with an e.  It should be an o.

I have gotten so little done today.  And now my office is a huge mess.

And I really just want a nap.

Really.

I am not a fan of figuring out percentages.  Just for future reference.

Yeah, I don’t have $150.00 for a text book for a class I don’t even want to take.  Hit the tip jar, squidlets!

Am I the only one who hasn’t seen Naked Prince Harry?

Well.  I’m in the top 7.5% of my class.  Go me.

Oooh.  I have pretty bamboo plants in my office now!

Yes, she did just say she hopes the hurricane hits Tampa at the same time the RNC is in town.  Classy.

Old Dog is most definitely in order.

Too nice.  Just too nice.

Feel better, D!

They messed with Ladies’ Night.  WTF.

I’m ready for fall.  Bring on fall.

Bring out your dead!

I’m not watching Spamalot this evening.

I just got a fantasy football invitation in my email.  Very strange.

It’s not because we disagree politically, because, who cares?  It’s because you’re an asshole.

Ooph.  I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing today.

Who are you, Ben Davis?

Oooh!  I think we’re going to the movies this weekend!

Flickr has become a very strange cemetery of the past that periodically resurrects people better left in the past.

Anti-feminism is the new feminism.  Think about it for a minute.  Trust me.   Someone, somewhere, is going to need me to spell that out for them.

I have to go compose a letter to a department chair now.  Because I’m right, and those of you who counseled me to hold my tongue are just wrong.

“cute rabbit bag, can not you do not want to do?”

Huh?

I’m glad you didn’t sprain anything doing that screen grab there, Red.

A politically charged date!  That’s my kinda sexy.

When I told her I’d rather see Paul Ryan naked than Prince Harry she gave me a dirty look.  I think we all know which of the two of us are crazy pants in this scenario.

It’s all done by remote.