UPDATE: I'm not going to Vermont this weekend. That means nothing to my fellow SG member, but I mention it because I'm kind of bummed. At least Smethers is coming to town.
"Who is Smethers?" you ask. Simultaneously one of the coolest and the most cynical human being ever to come out of Jersey. (Take my word for it.) This means, however, that I will be coersed into drinking far more than I usually care to. *shrug* Them's the breaks.
Oh, and senior clearance began this week. I'm half-done - although it was the half that I wasn't at all worried about. Wednesday will be the final meeting if all goes well. Cross everything you can.
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In my current state of academic jadedness I find that there is nothing better than kicking the tar out of professors. Not physically, mind you: four of my formers are enrolled in the same section of my media course as I am and, well, I just do things a Hell of a lot better than they do. Saying this makes me sound like a condescending jerk, but I simply relish that not only is my work The Standard(tm), but also that they are subject to it now. My quality causes them marginal discomfort and that fact pleases me on a twisted level I didn't even know I had.
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In other news, I might be retreating to Vermont this weekend to do random work around our friend's "cabin" and eye my snowmobile lustfully, praying for an early winter. Being there also affords me the opportunity to write fireside, sitting on a leather couch with a drink next to me. Few things are better in my mind.
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I'm going to write a rant on sex fairly soon. It has been a bothersome topic lately, so this is your fair warning. No graphics, though; I haven't any to give.
Edit: I put "cabin" in quotation marks earlier because anything with six bedrooms can only affectionately be called a cabin in my mind - regardless of whether or not it's made of logs.
"Who is Smethers?" you ask. Simultaneously one of the coolest and the most cynical human being ever to come out of Jersey. (Take my word for it.) This means, however, that I will be coersed into drinking far more than I usually care to. *shrug* Them's the breaks.
Oh, and senior clearance began this week. I'm half-done - although it was the half that I wasn't at all worried about. Wednesday will be the final meeting if all goes well. Cross everything you can.
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In my current state of academic jadedness I find that there is nothing better than kicking the tar out of professors. Not physically, mind you: four of my formers are enrolled in the same section of my media course as I am and, well, I just do things a Hell of a lot better than they do. Saying this makes me sound like a condescending jerk, but I simply relish that not only is my work The Standard(tm), but also that they are subject to it now. My quality causes them marginal discomfort and that fact pleases me on a twisted level I didn't even know I had.
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In other news, I might be retreating to Vermont this weekend to do random work around our friend's "cabin" and eye my snowmobile lustfully, praying for an early winter. Being there also affords me the opportunity to write fireside, sitting on a leather couch with a drink next to me. Few things are better in my mind.
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I'm going to write a rant on sex fairly soon. It has been a bothersome topic lately, so this is your fair warning. No graphics, though; I haven't any to give.
Edit: I put "cabin" in quotation marks earlier because anything with six bedrooms can only affectionately be called a cabin in my mind - regardless of whether or not it's made of logs.
velocity:
I want to raise goats for their milk and make my own goat cheese. I even have a book on how to make cheese. Somehow I think a bunch of cantankerous goats would fit right in with the man and I.