Some Mondays are bigger than others

Don't ask me why I have the Smiths stuck in my head. It's not a condition that pleases me, in fact I'm doing everything I can to get them the hell outta there! Currently I'm listening to Maxwell and he's helping to evict them. Cross your fingers, cats.

Well I may have an idea-- last night I heard a cover of "Please Let Me Get What I Want." That's quite possibly the most self-pitying miserable little song ever written, and I don't understand why anyone would want to cover it. May as well just cover "I Know It's Over:" Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head... I know that similar themes are addressed in blues music, but you almost never run the risk of getting your ass kicked for listening to the blues. Crikey.

(See. I told you I'd been wanting to use "crikey." I finally gave in. Hopefully the urge will now pass.)

virginmartyr1 and I had no luck at the Border's this weekend. Apparently no one knows about college a capella groups. Super neato goodness. So I need to dig around to find any music. Lookit me dig. Dig, me, dig!

Woo hoo!

( Part of Patriot Act ruled unconstitutional )

How old are we?

The guy who's taken over one of my old projects is a waste of my time. He's worked on related technology, so he shouldn't be terribly confused about this project. But for some reason I can't fathom, he's lost. He can't follow directions, he can't plan reasonable experiments, he doesn't even know how to make basic buffers. He has a Master's degree and he didn't know how to pH a solution.

To make matters worse, instead of asking for help he just sits at his desk doing nothing but trading stock on E-Trade. How old are you?

Also, we received notice that we're having a team lunch this week. The organizer already scheduled it, too. To top it off, he's broken down the overall group into smaller groups and mixed people up from different research teams. So we all get to chat and "team build." "Please sit with your assigned group."

I emailed him and said he had a promising career as a kindergarten teacher ahead of him.

Neat

I have this friend back in Ohio. We've known each other for ~25 years, and for part of that time we were nearly inseperable. We goofed around, wrote, sang, and generally were giddy girls. (Very giddy sometimes, much to our parents' chagrin.) In school, we wrote back and forth constantly, sharing even the most minute details of our lives. There may have been hundreds of miles between us, but you couldn't tell from the amount of information we always knew about the other. Inevitably, there came a time when she was back in Ohio while I was in Arizona and we didn't talk as much. We still wrote and kept in touch, but it wasn't the same as it had been. It saddened me, but I realized that we all grow up and change. She and I drifted apart. These things happen.

Around a year ago, (maybe a little more) we visited while I was in town. Lo and behold, once again we had plenty of things in common. We laughed, we talked, we had a good time. Now she's got consistent email access and we're writing back and forth every week again, talking about even the most minute details of our lives. And the most amazing thing is that we have all sorts of brand-new things in common: music, books, activities, philosophy. Somehow in those years we were each changing, we changed in many of the same ways. We took different paths, but we ended up in pretty similar places.

That's so neat.

Oi Sid! Here's to you, pissface! :D