Pictures of You

My graduation present came last week and it's my favorite new toy. I hearts it so much. So this is just an excuse to post some puppy pictures. And to show my parents where their money is going! Click pics for biggers. Also, I realize the focus in the bottom two isn't quite on, but I'm working on it.


And just to show off the detail, chocolate chip pumpkin muffin!

Popular, You're Gonna Be Popular.

Awesome: The IT Crowd is coming to America.

Also Awesome: Richard Ayoade is coming with it.

I talked about this show a long time ago (Sorry, I think the video link is dead.) and what I saw of Season 2 was just as funny if not funnier.

They better not make it stupid.

Awesome: The journal board has changed and I’m officially done with all journal work ever. Did I say ever? Cuz I mean ever. I still have to pass on all my wisdom, in its infiniteness, but other than that. Done done done.

Also Awesome: A few people told me they appreciated how I kept the meeting on task (all 19 hours). That felt nice.

Not Awesome: I got desperately, direly ill the next day. So ill I couldn’t even handle reading emails. I’m functioning again, though. So that’s nice. I'm just still playing catchup.

Awesome: A classmate nominated me to help the school by doing a bit of blogging. I think she said I was funny. That, too, was nice.

Not Awesome: Keeping up regular posting in two places will no doubt prove difficult. As I have a proven record of failing at regular posting in one place, I do not predict a change.

Awesome: I haven’t publicly embarrassed myself in a while.

Not Awesome: That leaves me with little blog fodder. I promise to do better.

A West Indian Man

TF’s Valentine’s Day present came today. As I was riding up in the elevator, I noticed that above his name and address the envelope said “A West Indian Man.”

TF is not, by the way, a West Indian man. Even if he were, I’m not sure why that would be on an address label. Our landlord, however, has an Indian name. I haven’t slept much recently,* I am not thinking… well, much at all. So now I’m wondering why the Post Office has started race profiling people and identifying “addresses of interest.”

I get upstairs and as I’m opening the envelope, I’m imaging supercomputers and Homeland Security and why they would possibly care that a West Indian man lived at my address. Inside the package with TF’s present is a letter thanking us for our adoption of a West Indian Manatee.

And with that, I’m off to bed.

*Law Review Board elections were yesterday. We spent 19 hours straight in a small room that was painted a horrible bright light green hue. I got home at 3:30 a.m. I am glad to be done.

It's not the 50s anymore, Frank. The kids aren't bopping anymore.

I am surely due for an update. If only I had interesting things to tell you, but mostly it’s me just keeping my head above water.

To wit: yesterday I asked TF, offhandedly, that if he happens upon my glasses let me know because I can’t find them. He, of course, asks when I last had them. “I know I had them,” I say, “when I went to the theater with T.”

“That was two weeks ago! And you just now thought to bring it up to me?”

“Well,” I say, “I figured I’d come across them. But I’ve looked and now they’re really lost.”

TF just starts laughing. Uncontrollably. What could possibly be so funny about my losing my glasses and having to ask the professor to make the font bigger on the projection screen because I couldn’t read it?

“It’s just so you,” he says. “You just bop around your life and just happen to bump into the things you need as you go.”

This, I humph, is Not. True. What does he mean “bop around”? What is this “bumping into things”? I do none of this. None of this, I say!

And then: today.

My mom asks me, inexplicably, for my passport number. As I am getting it, I realize that my passport expires in May. Not in May 2009, like I thought, but May as in four months for now. I leave for Australia in a little more than a month. I decide to check up on the little rumor I heard that to enter Australia, your passport must expire at least six months after you return. Oh, of course it does. Of course.

I have bumped and bopped my way into realizing I need to renew my passport in the nick of time. I’ve also bopped my way into a $60 expedite fee. Sigh.

And I still can’t find my glasses.