Website(s) of the day:
The REAL value of a Masters or PH.D. It'd be even funnier if it wouldn't so true...
The Roadsign Conspiracy Are there secret messages encoded into street signs in case of martial law (and not marital law as I originally typed.)
Listening to:
Given into the obsession again. There has been a bit of a change, though...I'm listening to the acoustic version of the The Cure's Greatest Hits. Yeah, I know. Big whoop. :::snicker:::
BEGIN OBLIGATORY CURE LYRIC SNIPPET
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?
< /SNIPPET>
Where the hell is Nankipoo, Tennessee?
Phones are tangible evidence of evil. You know that, don't you? I am convinced that they are run, not by companies full of bored people but by entire legions of imps and minor devils. They know exactly when to hit. They always know exactly when you're getting into the latest episode of Enterprise or in the bathroom. Answering machines are in on the deal too. Even if you don't pick up the phone, the imps get a little bit of joy from irritating you with a inane message.
Sometimes I think that Alexander Graham Bell ought to be shot for inventing the telephone. Never mind the fact that he's been incorporeal for quite a while now. Sometimes I just hate the things...or was that an obvious statement?
Oh god. Tomorrow begins ten weeks of algebra. Ten weeks of getting to class, all bleary-eyed, at eight a.m. so I can sit for an hour and a half and leave. Five days a week. Fifty classes. Tomorrow will be especially fun because I get to wait two hours after class to pick up my check. Is it too late to find a convenient rock to hide under?
SHOCKING ANNOUNCEMENT: I have come to a decision. :::_...and a collective gasp was heard all around the world..._::: I've been struggling with getting my pagan pages in some kind of shape to be fit for consumption on the internet. Why am I doing this? Why am I trying to add more schlock to the bill-yuns and bill-yuns of pagan pages out there? Why do I have this compunction?
I'm not going to do it. At the moment, I don't have anything to add to the Great Internet Grimoire that is going to send lightbulbs off in anyone's head, or even anything that hasn't already been said. Multiple times. If I get the impulse to do more research, like the history of dreaming, then I'll post it but until then I will not help prove the truth of Sturgeon's Law. Well, at least as much as that's possible with an online journal...
Sturgeon's Law: 90% percent of everything is crap.
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