Dear River Falls Wisconsin,

Look, motherfuckers. I'm not sayin' all y'all are racists dickweeds. I'm just saying leave my cousin and his friends and their friends and all the people you small minded idiots have decided are of the n-word persuasion THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck off and die,
CJ


Dear St. Cloud MN,

I know your history. I got a look at how you treat Black folk way back when my "urban" junior high class was "fortunate" enough to be allowed to visit your local campus. News reports have not suggested improvement in the situation since then. Keep your closet KKK lovin' hands off of my other cousin.

Sick of this motherfucking shit,
CJ


Dear cousins,

I love you and the world makes me sad. You should not have to put up with death threats, have your reports ignored, be stopped for DWB, or decided which school to attend based on where you're least likely to be treated as a sub-human being.

I will do whatever I can. So will the rest of the family. We're working on it already.
CJ

Had fucking huge post started, reviewing entire past eleven months of blogging, because I am an insomniac moron. Safari crashed. You get this insteat. Feel relieved.

Played our second installment of the D&D campaign today. Mostly combat, so aside from leading off with a really serendipitous sleep spell my character had not much to do.

This weekend is rather of teh suck, except on the crafty front. Much stress and general life angst was had, but much crochet was done. Crochet seems to be my current anti-anxiety drug. Not very useful when trying to get things other than crochet finished.

The mother is still in the city of Lost Wages. I pick her up from the airport tomorrow night, so I suppose running the dishwasher wouldn't be unheard of. I should probably think about laundry first, though -- last night I was forced to dress up due to lack of clean slob gear.

Ah, last night. Jon, next time we start talking about how the free food will probably be worth the general awfulness of department functions, bring up last night. One of the prospectives would absolutely not stop pressing me for more information on my dissertation topic. Naturally, the hitch there is that I DON'T HAVE A DISSERTATION TOPIC. I was very close to asking why she thought I was lying to her. And what's up with this telling me who to work with shit? I didn't KNOW any of these people. They certainly don't know more than two sentences about me. If they think playing academic Ann Landers is in any way endearing, they're a few film reels short of a whole porn flick.

Why yes, I am grumpy. Why do you ask?

Why, when I randomly decide to peruse my favorite used bookstore on a nice relaxing Friday, must life decide to play with me? Why, on the day that laundry and laziness dictate that it's "look like a hobo" Friday, must Hot Matt show up at said bookstore? Why, oh why, must Hot Matt show up right when I'm perusing the Anthropology section for something new to read, thus giving him reason to poke fun, ensuring that I must now not only make conversation, but witty conversation?

Had a twenty-minute conversation with Hot Matt. Was quite fun, and involved ranting about horrible social research. I can get behind that.

In other news, my kitten has apparently tired of viciously attacking any exposed flesh. His new plan of attack appears to be aggressive sleeping. Should my typing suddenly be a bit... off, the cat has probably fallen asleep on my hands again.

Not much to report, so I guess I'll sign off for nosdfrwefkmdkcma.sdc

That can't be comfy.

Am sitting in awful class of doom. Better go pretend to pay attention. Deborah Tannen can kiss my ass. That is all.

Clearly the logical solution. I am far too easily entertained, as this caused much laughter. It does seem to solve our "of what use is disobedience?" problem: they're not performing illegal marriages, but they're also not infringing on equal rights clauses by offering marriage to only one group of people.

Also, they make me giggle.

ETA: Here's Benton County's explanation of their legal reasoning.

ETA the second: Look, there's a University there! With a sociology department much like the one I attended for undergrad. Just a little FYI... no lack of ambition to be found here, folks. I, of course, aspire to work at Berkeley.

IT'S BACK!!!!!

Oh cruel, cruel world.

My computer was supposed to be delivered to my father's house today by 2 pm. It never showed, and he left the house. If they showed up at four, I will yell. Seriously, with a time frame like 8 to 2, you'd thing they could make it on time.

Grrrr.

The Apple repair status web site tells me that my iBook is fixed and waiting to be sent back to me. Cross your fingers...

Hijacking yet another computer, as mine will not be back for a while, owing to a shortage of logic.

Have a lovely weekend.

Hello from Jon's house. I have hijacked his iBook, because mine is still in hospital.

Happy St. Patty's day to all, and to all a safe drive home.

We are watching "Monty Python's Life of Brian." Jon's kitty Theo is attempting to sit on my lap.

I wanted to blog very badly yesterday, but now that I can, I can't seem to remember any of the things I wanted to put down. I have tried to use the Tungsten to post, but it doesn't love blogger very much. It also won't let me read comments. I want my 'puter back.

One final funny, before I go enjoy the movie. My mom's "whatever," Len, has now been re-titled. He is now her "wireless caller" (think "Gentleman Caller," a la Tennessee Williams' plays). Every time he rings her phone, the caller ID box reads "wireless caller," unlike any of the many other moblie phone callers who ring. So. Future posts referring to a "wireless caller" ought not indicate that my mother is being stalked. She is simply too mature to have a boyfriend, so I have had to get creative in referring to Len.

Good night!

Hello from the Sociology department Data Center (this is what you call a computer lab once you get to grad school, apparently).

The animal kingdom appears to be pitted against me today. I woke up at 4:30 this morning to the sound of something trying to get in my bedroom window. Thankfully, the beast was not human, though it did look a bit like a burglar -- it was a raccoon, caught in my window well, trying to scale the three-foot walls.

I went upstairs to inform the mother. She was unthrilled. I rested on the couch for a few minutes, until I heard the commotion stop. I looked down the basement stairs and saw the kitten walk daintily out of my room, terribly pleased with himself. Sure enough, Rocky had vacated. Tom now fancies himself a big, ferocious tiger, scaring all of the lesser beasts for miles around.

Cat and I settled down to sleep once again, but at five-thirty cat seemed to decide that he had not yet been sufficiently ferocious. Accordingly, he pounced on my head to make sure I knew who was boss. I assured him that I did as I threw him out of the room.

Half an hour later, my alarm went off. Not that I needed it by then. I spent that half-hour placing bets as to which form of wildlife would disturb me next.

Yawn.

I have sworn never to participate in a D&D game. Vampire is my only RP geekdom, and I'm OK with that. Middle Earth, Mage, Paranoia (god love you), who needs 'em? I've got it covered with my One True Neurosis.

In related news, some of my grad school friends are starting a D&D game. I wonder if they'll let me play a crazy vampire?

Portland, Oregon

I have purchased my right to bitch for another few months.

Some things:

1. Will soon have my Tungsten C to keep me warm and cozy (and sane).

2. Undergrad boys who wear their jeans so that the crotch falls to about their knees do not make me say "damn. Gotta get me some of that." They make me say "folks should really be taught to dress themselves before being considered for deinstitutionalization."

3. Got my methods paper back. Did not understand much of the material while I was writing it. Got comments that said excellent, a pleasure to read, you have a better grasp than much of the class and need to talk more. On the one hand, I'm terribly pleased with myself. On the other hand, how am I supposed to talk more in class when I constantly think I don't understand the material? Any and all suggestions accepted. Please hit the "comment" button and have a pleasant day.

Hey, Katherine! How's this for hands-on sex ed?

The above is technically work safe, though if anyone reads the quotes next to the pictures, you may be laughed at. Door of the goddess? Right...

SWEEP!