Right after I got the corrections from my committee member, I emailed asking when I could stop by the office and get her signature. Her response?
"I won't be in until next week."
Looks like I won't be moving forward a week early after all. Why am I not surprised? At least I can make her corrections, get the other signatures, and have everything ready to go Monday for her to sign.
"I won't be in until next week."
Looks like I won't be moving forward a week early after all. Why am I not surprised? At least I can make her corrections, get the other signatures, and have everything ready to go Monday for her to sign.
- Mood:
annoyed
It looked so delicious. THE PANCAKE WAS A LIE.
- Mood:
amused
I don't know what annoyed me more about the "A Woman’s History of Vaginal Orgasm is Discernible from Her Walk" article: 1) that their sample size was 16 and all college students, 2) that the authors assert that women who have regular vaginal intercourse have less psychological issues than women who don't, or 3) that women who are heterosexual relationships are the only ones that can have vaginal intercourse (because obviously, dildos don't exist in their world). Those were the big three that jumped out at me although there were dozens of other smaller details that just made me shake my head.
I have to say I am not impressed with the research.
I have to say I am not impressed with the research.
Dear people writing job ads,
Neither HTML nor Microsoft Access (seriously? wtf?) counts as a programming language.
No love,
Tsaiko
Neither HTML nor Microsoft Access (seriously? wtf?) counts as a programming language.
No love,
Tsaiko
I think the funniest part of this video is that the guy called the girl up the night before he left and she still didn't remember he was going to be gone for 2 weeks. That and the drunk email saying she'd slept with someone else.
- Mood:
entertained
If you are a writer and want to get creative in describing your character's hair/eye color, please for the love of all that is holy, know what color you are using. Amaranth is not a shade a purple. I can only assume you were thinking amethyst when you wrote that. If you are not sure, Wikipedia has a very awesome list o' colors to help you out. They even include the RGB of them.
Friends don't let friends give Duo Maxwell pink eyes.
Friends don't let friends give Duo Maxwell pink eyes.
- Mood:
amused
Why oh why does the US have to use a completely different system of measurement than the rest of the world? Converting between units is such a bitch. Let's just go metric and get it over with.
- Mood:
aggravated
Yesterday was spent cleaning the apartment because my family will be visiting next weekend and I am kind-of a slob without motivation. Especially when I'm scrambling to do other things. The apartment has been in a state that usually corresponds to the end of the semester, though it's been in that state for much longer than it should have been.
One of the things that I did was do a cleaning of my bathroom. This included putting out more than the two towels I usually use everyday (one for drying and a separate one for drying hair). Most times I clean the towels, stackthem in the linen closet, and then pull them out when I need them. This means that I tend to use the towels on the top of the stacks and almost never use the ones on the bottom.
Little did I know this was a problem.
( TMI warning of the kitty kind. )
One of the things that I did was do a cleaning of my bathroom. This included putting out more than the two towels I usually use everyday (one for drying and a separate one for drying hair). Most times I clean the towels, stackthem in the linen closet, and then pull them out when I need them. This means that I tend to use the towels on the top of the stacks and almost never use the ones on the bottom.
Little did I know this was a problem.
( TMI warning of the kitty kind. )
- Mood:
aggravated
( Thesis blather )
- Mood:
stressed
I have to go back and do more analysis to make my committee chair happy. Sigh. So much for being done...
- Mood:
aggravated
Why yes body, I would love to celebrate finishing my thesis by getting sick. Thanks so much!
Argh.
Argh.
- Mood:
tired
What do you mean my boobs got bigger? DAMMIT.
This is why I hate bra shopping.
This is why I hate bra shopping.
- Mood:
aggravated
From the BBC story about swimming deer. Emphasis is mine.
"All belong to the ancient ruminant family Tragulidae, which split some 50 years ago from other ruminants, the group that went on to evolve into cattle, goats, sheep, deer and antelope."
That's supposed to be 50 million years ago unless evolution decided to hit the gas and speed up while I wasn't looking. They'll probably fix it soon, but before they do, have a good laugh.
Edit: The BBC fixed the typo. Ah well. It lives on in infamy in my LJ.
"All belong to the ancient ruminant family Tragulidae, which split some 50 years ago from other ruminants, the group that went on to evolve into cattle, goats, sheep, deer and antelope."
That's supposed to be 50 million years ago unless evolution decided to hit the gas and speed up while I wasn't looking. They'll probably fix it soon, but before they do, have a good laugh.
Edit: The BBC fixed the typo. Ah well. It lives on in infamy in my LJ.
Sometime over the weekend, my computer rebooted, stopping the analysis I had running. Well I say analysis, but really I'm just setting up the points to do an accuracy assessment of my project This is the last thing I need to do for my thesis. It's just taking forever. Pretty much like everything else on this project.
I will be done in July. I will. I will!
I will be done in July. I will. I will!
- Mood:
aggravated
Between one of the people I share the office with bringing in their kids, who proceeded to poke and stomp and yell at each other, and the obnoxiously loud class of five that my adviser said could use the big screen in the office over the summer, I had the hardest time concentrating. Meaning that I didn't get nearly as much analysis done as I needed to. This was not helped by yet another issue arising in the project.
Feh. Today failed.
Feh. Today failed.
- Mood:
aggravated
There is an expiration date on my bottled water.
...
How the hell does water go bad? Does it one day wake up and dress in leather? Back talk it's parents? Ride a motorcycle? Get piercings in odd places? Mug little old ladies for their purses? Inquiring minds want to know!
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How the hell does water go bad? Does it one day wake up and dress in leather? Back talk it's parents? Ride a motorcycle? Get piercings in odd places? Mug little old ladies for their purses? Inquiring minds want to know!
- Mood:
amused
Got to campus early so I could get some work done and then focus on thesis stuff.
Only to realize I left my keys at home, meaning I can't get into my office until someone else shows (usually around 8:30 or 9).
FAIL!
Only to realize I left my keys at home, meaning I can't get into my office until someone else shows (usually around 8:30 or 9).
FAIL!
- Mood:
fail!
Since Seeqpod is down, I've been listening to Pandora while in the graduate office. I do this for a number of reasons. I can't put my own music on this computer because of disk space and IT regulations. The streaming radio stations have commercials which drive me nuts. And this way I can reasonably control what's being played so I'm not listening to Nine Inch Nails or Eve 6 where professors or visiting professionals can here.
Today Pandora pulled up James Blunt's You're Beautiful. Now this was one of those songs that a few years ago I could not stand. This was mostly due to the fact that the radio stations over-played it beyond belief. But listening to it occasionally is not so bad. I've heard it so many times wasn't even really paying attention, just kind of mentally singing along because it is a catchy song despite being kind of whiny and annoying sometimes.
Which was fine up until Mr. Blunt dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the song.
Little did I know there is a radio version and a non-radio version. And of course I would discover this fact on a day when there are several people in the office. You have never seen someone move so fast to discontinue a song in your life.
I was going to give you another chance, Mr. Blunt, but now I'm just done. Love is over.
Today Pandora pulled up James Blunt's You're Beautiful. Now this was one of those songs that a few years ago I could not stand. This was mostly due to the fact that the radio stations over-played it beyond belief. But listening to it occasionally is not so bad. I've heard it so many times wasn't even really paying attention, just kind of mentally singing along because it is a catchy song despite being kind of whiny and annoying sometimes.
Which was fine up until Mr. Blunt dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the song.
Little did I know there is a radio version and a non-radio version. And of course I would discover this fact on a day when there are several people in the office. You have never seen someone move so fast to discontinue a song in your life.
I was going to give you another chance, Mr. Blunt, but now I'm just done. Love is over.
- Mood:
shocked
I even got an email from my university about the swine flu.
"Situation: The World Health Organization (WHO) has raised its Pandemic Alert Level to 4 due to the swine/bird/human flu virus that has been found in five states and four countries."
I started reading that and all I could think was "Shit! I bet Madagascar has already shut down its ports."
I am a bad, bad person and need to stop playing Pandemic 2.
"Situation: The World Health Organization (WHO) has raised its Pandemic Alert Level to 4 due to the swine/bird/human flu virus that has been found in five states and four countries."
I started reading that and all I could think was "Shit! I bet Madagascar has already shut down its ports."
I am a bad, bad person and need to stop playing Pandemic 2.
- Mood:
amused