"Do I.....Do I conduct with my penis?"

In the intermediate time between posts I've been happily busy. This is the first term where I don't have one class that I dislike -- probably because I'm no longer taking any comp sci courses. Tomorrow (or today) I have an appointment at the career center to discuss stuff. My Wednesdays and Thursdays are so ridiculously busy that the weekend comes pretty quickly. Our new biology professor seems weird -- she sorta reminds me of my 7th grade science teacher. She covers a lot of things in a very short amount of time, and doesn't seem to have a sense of humor at all, but she's a good teacher.

People who use the "mood: ____" things are starting to annoy me. If your message doesn't get across the point, then it's kinda sad that you have to sum it up in a single word. I'm just going to start doing that in everyday conversation, assholes. People will come up to me and ask, "Hey Schmidty, how's it going?" and I'm going to be all, "Mood: Pensive," right in their faces, then sit back and watch what they do. You just wait, it's going to be a huge fad and catch on. It'll be as stupid as when people say "lol" in actual conversation.

This brings me to my next point, which is how IM creates really funny circumstances. Well, maybe just in my suite. My roommate and the guy next door will frequently sit on their laptops, at the same table, and talk over IM instead of saying things out loud. These are people who are literally two feet apart, and who argue all the time in actual conversation. Just think about the thousands of years of technological advancement for this bizarre situation to occur. Man went through all the trouble of inventing spoken word, but he decided that wasn't good enough. He needed written word, as well. Thousands of years later, the first computer was created -- decades later, it was followed by the laptop, and then the Internet, and THEN AOL Instant Messenger. So man, instead of using his previous knowledge of spoken word, will apparently communicate electronically, given the choice -- even though it's slower. These two people are literally employing thousands of dollars of technology for the noble purpose of speaking slower. Wow.

I gave Bevy a copy of American Gods, which she seemed to appreciate -- it's by Neil Gaiman (haha Gay Man, yes, we all get it, Dave) and we both really like the other book he wrote, Neverwhere. Pick either of them up sometime if you're in a "real" fantasy mood. Also, I just finished Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson -- really, really good book. The title does NOT do it justice in any sense of the word. And yes, I know none of you will actually read any of these books, most likely. I will still keep recommending them to you -- perhaps it's futile, but you never know -- I could actually convince someone to read a book someday.