Uhhhhhhhhhh....

No secret, I work in an administrative role in a graduate school. Key word: GRADUATE. This would indicate, presumably, that all our students came in with an undergraduate degree from an accredited institution of higher learning.

I just received a grant application from a student who dotted her i's with little circles.

I am so sad. Still - at least they weren't hearts or smiley faces. I would have torn it up and refused to process it. "Nope, sorry, you're not eligible to receive these funds for your education until you prove that you've progressed beyond the writing style of a middle-schooler sending notes in health class."

Yes, I have that power. No, I won't abuse it. Tempted though I may sometimes be.

Am I too old school? I don't give a fuck.

That is all.

Oh christ she got a picture phone

This is my thumb. It has a thing on it. Not sure what the thing is, but there it is.

I also took pictures of this with a disposable camera. But when I got the pictures back from CVS, the pictures of my thumb were missing.

I think they thought it was a penis.

What are you gonna do?

Stupid CVS people.

Cooking Commandments

#1: There is no such thing as too much cheese.
#2: There is no recipe or dish that cannot be improved by the addition of cheese.
#3: When you think there is too much cheese, add more cheese.

Circadian rhythms and drinking cheese.

How great is autumn? Flannel sheets on the bed, boots and sweaters on my carcass, soup in the crockpot (today's selection: Cheddar and ale. Hence the drinking cheese reference in the title of this post - a mediocre soup, if I'm honest, but a great starter for some sauces, and an adult flavored macaroni and cheese later in the week. Fuck, yeeeaaaah.), playoff baseball, and early season, and therefore stress-free, football.

I have done my first good raking of the lawn, put the picnic table and hammock away, put my garden to bed, harvested all the rosemary and lavendar for drying in the kitchen (which smells a-MAZ-ing), said a not-so-sad good-bye to my summer wardrobe, for I do not like shorts and other body-flaw-revealing clothing items (ahem), and hauled out the delicious and comfortable - and comforting - fleeces, sweaters, and boots.

Yea, verily, I live in the best part of the world for autumnal pleasures.

And I have tomorrow off - HUZZAH!!!! I shall do some more housework, then adjourn to Fenway for game 3 of the ALCS. I shall drink Guinness, for it is now available at Fenway - though I may have to take out a second mortgage to buy the second round - eat one of those big, fat-bastard pretzels, and scream my fool head off.

Anyone want to bet I have to call in sick on Tuesday?

Jellybottys!

BEHOLD...and WORSHIP!



Didn't know this existed and it has made my day.

I am a maelstrom.

Very tired today. Very tired indeed. Stayed up to watch the debate, you see. What's that you say? The debate only lasted till like 10:40, that's not particularly late?

But you see...it took me two and a half hours to CALM DOWN. I really wanted a meltdown, or at least a smackdown, but I got neither. I was VERY disappointed. Damn her batshit craziness, the Palin wingnut did okay. She lied a bit, avoided the questions at times, said some stupid shit about gays making a 'lifestyle choice,' which pissed me off NO end, but she handled herself better than I thought she would.

Also? She pronounces nuclear "nookyoolur" and overuses the word "also." That cost me some sleep.

Thank fuck for Gnarly Head Old Vine Zinfandel and my kind, empathetic, forgiving disposition. (HEY now...)

Playoffs? Playoffs? You wanna talk about PLAYOFFS?

Yes, I shall be sleep deprived from now until the end of October because MLB insists that in the post-season there is no such thing as baseball-at-a-reasonable-hour-of-the-frigging-day. As Boston drivers continue to watch baseball into the wee hours, and their driving gets worse and worse from lack of sleep and loss of concentration, I'm predicting an increase in traffic accidents from now until the Red Sox done with the winning - which will PROBABLY be when they've won the World Series. Hey, I'm not complaining about my team making it despite all these injuries and sturm and drang we've been through this year. But last year, during the ALCS, I spaced out following another car into our work parking lot, and didn't stop and wait for the gate to close then reopen for me. Had the short, sharp, shock of the gate came crashing down right onto the hood of my truck.

Upside: The tougher and more beat up the truck looks, the more people will fucking YIELD.

All righty then. Two hours till the boozing begins. Cocktails anyone?