Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Assorted Thoughts 35: NO MORE CLASSES YAAAAY But Still An Ungodly Amount To Do Edition

  • I hate to say it, but although I loved my undergraduate institution very much, when it comes to a choice between throwing a few hundred bucks on top of the two hundred million or so already in the endowment or making rent, my choice is pretty clear.
  • There are three basic outcomes for the people who graduated within a year or two of me: they heard the call of more school, heard the call of work in the real world, or heard the call of the job search, which breathed heavily into the phone and then hung up.
  • I've decided that the best part about cooking for myself is that I can eat straight out of the pan/bowl/whatever and not have to worry about serving it into more containers I will then have to clean.
  • At this point, I'm so afraid of misusing the word "ironic" that I try to avoid it, so I don't slip up and lose my right to be pedantic.
  • Movie proposal: "JESUS II: Our Vampire and Savior."  You've eaten his body and blood… now he wants it back!
  • Another movie pitch centers around a bunch of Colorado mountain men who are under attack by a band of werewolves.  They eventually manage to hunt down the werewolves and defeat them by shooting them with Silver Bullets, namely, Coors Light cans.
  • I know someone who made an elaborate automated Excel spreadsheet to generate things to make for dinner.  Were I to attempt something similar, it'd be much more along the lines of flipping a coin to decide between frozen pizza and a quesadilla.
    • Actually, let's be honest.  Even if it was just those two choices, I'd still probably roll a d12, simply because I can.
  • I just realized that the worst part about being a grad student is that when you finish your last exam of the semester, you can't really just turn your brain off and sleep and vegetate forever.  You have work to do.  Of course, now you actually have time to do said work, unlike the rest of the semester.
    • It kind of sucks when this is the thought you have while walking out of your last final.

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