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Not a lot to report tonight, I reckon. I went to church with Amy today because I made a deal with her at some point and promised I would. I honestly don't remember what I got in return, but it probably was a deal made in her favor.
I didn't win the Gilbert White award, which wasn't particularly surprising. I probably was a little more confident than I should have been, which is a sure sign that I'm not going to get something. No worries. I'll have another chance once I finish my dissertation.
Since when did I gain confidence? It's really not a trait that I like so maybe this will knock me off my own pedestal for a bit. I need to stay humble. We all should.
This weekend has been mostly restful. We've watched some movies, including The Corpse Bride, Everest and some sort of Redneck comedy ripoff. It wasn't the original or the sequel of the Blue Collar tour (each of which were surprisingly entertaining), it was some video that had Jeff Foxworthy and Ron White about 15 years ago. It was in the New Releases. How disappointing.
We also watched "The Office," the British version. It was great, honestly, and I recommend watching it if you happen upon it at Blockbuster. True, you have to sift through a little British slang... but it's just as entertaining and it's got just as much heart as the American version (the best show on television). I'm not much a fan of the British stuff because art-fags, yuppies and eurotrash always call it superior and that's generally annoying. But this stuff is good.
I want to start a band called Foregone Conclusion. Watch it, and you'll understand.
We also have been using our library priveleges. After a sort of monetary exchange, the library and I have come to an understanding and I can again check things out. When we went today (yes, they're open Sunday!) I used both my allotment and Amy's to get CDs. It's like shopping at Borders with an unlimited cash wad.
It will become dangerous when I hit the classical section, which is larger than the very impressive popular section.
Now we're watching speed skating (kind of) while Amy calls and waits for years to get a live person on the Dell support line. Now that she's with a live person, it's someone in Bangalore named "Robin." Riiiight....
Speaking of the overly interlinked world, I'm writing a paper for the local "activist magazine" surmising the coming demise of the American Empire. I'm quite excited about creating 2500 words for a not-necessarily-academic source. I'll post a draft and ask for comments whenever I get one finished.
Still bummed about the White award. Why do I have confidence? Why can't I be the scared blob of anxiety and malcontent that I used to be? I think I may have a beer.
You can buy beer in Ohio on Sunday. Interesting tidbit, though I already have some in the fridge.
I've also been dreaming about our future place of residence. I want to go west next. Arizona, Montana, Oregon, Idaho, New Mexico, maybe Washington... and I have an honest (though unexplainable) liking for the Dakotas and Minnesota. It just depends where I get a job.
Fuck, ice dancing came on. The remote's across the room.
Kill me.
And being on the phone with a computer technician who doesn't speak English, I'm guessing Amy feels the same way.
I didn't win the Gilbert White award, which wasn't particularly surprising. I probably was a little more confident than I should have been, which is a sure sign that I'm not going to get something. No worries. I'll have another chance once I finish my dissertation.
Since when did I gain confidence? It's really not a trait that I like so maybe this will knock me off my own pedestal for a bit. I need to stay humble. We all should.
This weekend has been mostly restful. We've watched some movies, including The Corpse Bride, Everest and some sort of Redneck comedy ripoff. It wasn't the original or the sequel of the Blue Collar tour (each of which were surprisingly entertaining), it was some video that had Jeff Foxworthy and Ron White about 15 years ago. It was in the New Releases. How disappointing.
We also watched "The Office," the British version. It was great, honestly, and I recommend watching it if you happen upon it at Blockbuster. True, you have to sift through a little British slang... but it's just as entertaining and it's got just as much heart as the American version (the best show on television). I'm not much a fan of the British stuff because art-fags, yuppies and eurotrash always call it superior and that's generally annoying. But this stuff is good.
I want to start a band called Foregone Conclusion. Watch it, and you'll understand.
We also have been using our library priveleges. After a sort of monetary exchange, the library and I have come to an understanding and I can again check things out. When we went today (yes, they're open Sunday!) I used both my allotment and Amy's to get CDs. It's like shopping at Borders with an unlimited cash wad.
It will become dangerous when I hit the classical section, which is larger than the very impressive popular section.
Now we're watching speed skating (kind of) while Amy calls and waits for years to get a live person on the Dell support line. Now that she's with a live person, it's someone in Bangalore named "Robin." Riiiight....
Speaking of the overly interlinked world, I'm writing a paper for the local "activist magazine" surmising the coming demise of the American Empire. I'm quite excited about creating 2500 words for a not-necessarily-academic source. I'll post a draft and ask for comments whenever I get one finished.
Still bummed about the White award. Why do I have confidence? Why can't I be the scared blob of anxiety and malcontent that I used to be? I think I may have a beer.
You can buy beer in Ohio on Sunday. Interesting tidbit, though I already have some in the fridge.
I've also been dreaming about our future place of residence. I want to go west next. Arizona, Montana, Oregon, Idaho, New Mexico, maybe Washington... and I have an honest (though unexplainable) liking for the Dakotas and Minnesota. It just depends where I get a job.
Fuck, ice dancing came on. The remote's across the room.
Kill me.
And being on the phone with a computer technician who doesn't speak English, I'm guessing Amy feels the same way.
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