Does getting fired for refusing to jump up and down on a dumpster count?

Well, today I've reached a milestone -- I have quit my first job on grounds of principle. The Comp Rheties can't get it through their heads that nobody except the Comp Rheties want to read about "group work." Not Literature Masters students, not freshmen. And I find it truly difficult to believe that *anyone* would give a shit about this stuff. So I walked. Walked!

Today I saw a hitchhiker slow down to read the name of a roadside cross.

It's getting to be about time to title my thesis, and I hate titling things, because Route A, typical academic title is horrible, Route B, sarcasticly over-academic title will probably be nixed by my advisor, and Route C, original non-typical but academic enough title is just not coming to me. So here are examples of the options.

Route A:

1. (Re)Visioning Ideological Construction of Subjects as Consumers

2. Consumption, Coolhunting, and Capital: The Savage Girl and Pattern Recognition as Responses to the Imposition of Capital into the Realm of Art

3. Who Am I? Or, The Search for Identity through Consumption in Late Twentieth Century America

Route B:

1. I Wrote a Thesis!: Want to Read It?

2. Everything Sucks, and Here's Why; Or, How I Learned to Shut Up and Worship the Economy

3. Okay, Maybe You Are Your Khakis: Literary Responses to Late Twentieth Century Consumer Capitalism

Route C:
Hmm... B3 is really starting to grow on me...

Huzzah! Dessert salad for everyone!

When I checked my e-mail today, I had a total of four messages: filing cabinet up for sale, filing cabinet previously up for sale has been sold, and two viruses. This is not exactly love, people. Let's try again.

Ah, I'm glad to see they've finally solved the conflict in the Middle East. Phew.

my magenta sharpie good magenta sharpie

You call this a plague? Plague nothin. The shrieking, throbbing sound they're making is pretty cool though.


We received our Smallville season two dvds yesterday. Along with that came the offer of a free four months of Teen People, and Louis, our canine, is now a proud subscriber. He just loves that Ashton Kucher.

attack of the harmless fuzzies

The worst button that could break on an alarm clock broke on mine over the weekend -- the off button. Alarm clock got its plug pulled out of the wall and very nearly chucked across the room, which, considering that it was broken anyway, probably wouldn't have hurt much unless it hit something else. Anyhow, over the weekend Mom bought me a new one, one with

HUGE

glowing green radioactive-looking numbers. I'm very nearsighted, so this is probably a change for the better, but it's been hard to get used to. I was tired when I plugged it in and set the alarm, so I didn't bother to listen to it, and woke up this morning to the horrible sound of monkeys being tortured, or something in that ballpark.


Actually, I realized immediately that it was the new alarm, the new alarm, not just the alarm. And then I wondered if some brain cell or combination of brain cells sat there all night, just waiting for the second that the rest of my brain would suddenly and desperately need information with which to interpret that horrible, horrible sound, and proudly did its duty to spring into action during the split second when the rest of my brain was saying OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD, WHATISTHAT-- oh, it's the new alarm.


In other news, I have once again gotten sucked into the most wonderful invention that television has to offer: PBS Reality TV . Oh my god, and now I'm surfing the website of the PBS Reality TV show. I am an enormous dork, and I'm loving it!


A couple months ago I was swept back in time to the Edwardian age by one of these shows, and I was honestly really really glad that I was not participating in it, but I totally wish I'd gotten to try out for Colonial House. I would joke around about it probably being a bad thing to strangle the goats I was supposed to milk and how much corsets suck. And the people - the people in a reality television show - aren't mean-spirited morons. ! It's so PBS - they voice-over facts about life in America in 1628. So my joy at Colonial House has led me to ponder whether the rash of insanely misguided, crass, and wasteful reality television shows are redeemable on the simple fact that they probably gave the PBS people the idea for these shows.


And my answer is conditional: yes, on the condition that I personally only have to watch the PBS ones.

Sometimes it seems like a good night's sleep would take care of everything.

I'm back home, where there's more than corn. Seems like - always, not just when I'm back home - that there's something I should be doing now, other than what I'm actually doing. There are just so many channels of a life, so many different people and situations and places that are important. Multi-tasking isn't a computer thing at all, really, it's a whole-life whole-self thing.

put some water on it

In the past 3 days, I've seen Eternal Sunshine of A Spotless Mind, The Cooler, School of Rock, and, for the fifth (or so) time, Donny Darko. Donny Darko and Eternal Sunshine are complex, beautiful psychological dramas, and I highly recommend both. School of Rock was cute but not sickeningly so, and worth a watch, if you can't find anything else to rent. The Cooler was just bad. Bad bad bad. Sorry, Cooler.

lordy lordy look who's fordy

My computer must have a virus. And it probably won't be fixed by patting the tower and saying, "nice computer... nice computer..."


In other news, I've decided that I am the perfect candidate for the position of Heiress or Lottery Winner. I can entertain myself to no end. I do not get bored. ... Well, hm, maybe talk to me at the end of the summer to see how this claim holds up.


Sorry this is so stupid. I had better things to say when I logged in, but they went away.

in which i am an arse

We were hoping to get some massive amounts of grading done today while sitting in the Cute Coffeeshop and Diner, but could not. This was due to the trio of (probably) undergrads who were clearly and unfortunately under the impression that they all were so charming that bystanders would want to hear every last syllable of their incredibly loud and inane conversation.


They were not.


Alas. So anyway, we came home and stalled for awhile, but eventually I got down to the point where all I'm waiting for now is two students to tell me what is going on with these papers they apparently revised.

I went to the craft store again (somebody please stop me) and apparently what I do when I drive the lovely backroads to the craft store is make lists. Here is today's list:

Things I Like

1. Stuffy cars

2. Pretending to be in a movie while driving with the windows down and listening to music that could easily be in a movie soundtrack.

3. Transitional Weather