November 2006

Some of the cool kids are helping out with this, so I’ll do it too–I’ll be interested to see the results of this, actually. Copied and pasted below.

(Also, in the interest of multitasking, a PSA, because I want you all to be happy: you can get the complete set of Buffy DVDs for just about $100. This is a great, great deal, and–speaking as someone who is almost done with Season 6, for the *third time through*, totally worth it. Info is here.)

[Short Version: Link to this post in the name of science. Ask others to do the same. Results to be announced during the “Meet the Bloggers” panel at MLA 2006.]

A grad student is doing an experiment on the speed of memes.What is the speed of
meme? People write in general (typically triumphant) terms about how swiftly a
single voice can travel from one side of the internet to the other and back
again, but how often does that actually happen? Of those instances, how often is
it organic?

1. Write a post linking to this one in which you explain the experiment. (All blogs count, be they TypePad, Blogger, MySpace, Facebook, &c.)

2. Ask your readers to do the same. Beg them. Relate sob stories about poor graduate students in desperate circumstances. Imply I’m one of them. (Do whatever you have to. If that fails, try whatever it takes.)

3. Ping Techorati.


I live on a really large main street. People (notoriously) drive like complete maniacs here–in this city, in general, but on my street, in particular. I spend most of my driving time around here dodging two-lane-occupying taxis, drunken frat boys (both the walking and driving kinds), jaywalking/suicidal pedestrians, double-parked furniture trucks, the kids who are generally hopped up on goofballs, all of them, and oh yeah, the train.

Last night, coming home at around midnight from a calm, sober dinner with IB/DM, I was pulled over and issued a $100 ticket for going 40 in the (apparently) 30 MPH zone of my street. How I was able to get to 40 mph between red lights is only the first mystery. How I was noticed, singled out, and cited is really the mystery of the ages. How I will manage to dole out *more* money when my bank account statement right now reads $2.06 is a mystery I refuse to ponder right now.

I kind of wish the universe would just call me up and say, Luckybuzz, we need to talk, instead of sending me all these passive-aggressive messages.

Oh, and? Between Thanksgiving and Jason’s birthday, I gained back 2 pounds this week.

I think I need better jokes, people.

Creepy. How did it know? (I have wolfa to thank for this latest distraction.)

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Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm

You’re probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people’s grammatical mistakes make you insane.

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I’m taking a nap.

I looked over my To Do list. I printed out some forms that indicate my enormous debt vis-a-vis my utter lack of income, in case I need to prove that my ass is broke. I read blogs. I did the Yahoo crossword. I read more blogs. I looked at the university ombudsman’s office website and the employee assistance website. I thought about emailing these people, and the payroll asshole, about that whole school-suing-me-thing and decided against it. I ate a turkey bacon BLT. I checked blog feeds again.

I can’t think of anything that would be more satisfying or more manageable right now than a small nap, and that’s where I’m headed. In case anyone needs me, I’ll be in bed with a couple cats.

  • At some point in the past week, I completely lost my motivation to work, blog, or speak.
  • I feel like I’ve dropped the ball on everything in my life simultaneously.
  • We decided not to file bankruptcy after all, for a variety of complicated and annoying reasons. This is fine, except now I’m back exactly where I was before we started considering the option, but with no actual relief in sight.
  • The Capital-One-Is-Suing-Me court date will proceed, then, on Thursday as planned.
  • I don’t want to work. I don’t want to think about work. I am absolutely refusing to think about or do anything even remotely dissertation related. And you can’t make me.
  • Jason’s birthday party last night was more fun than I thought it would be, and I find it disconcerting that I don’t even want to blog about that.
  • I feel apathetic. And irritable. And depressed.
  • It’s probably not likely that I’ve *actually* fucked up my whole life in the past four days or so, right? Yeah, so it’s probably just a weird funky thing. And yeah, they pass, I know. But ugh.
  • Anybody know any good jokes?

Haven’t felt much like blogging this week–too distracted by real-life issues, unfortunately. But I can’t let Thanksgiving go by without a post, because I am, as always, humbled and amazed by the awesomeness of my life, when I just take a minute to reflect on it.

So. Bullets of Thankfulness For:

  • My newest nephew, delivered a few weeks early via somewhat-abrupt C-section last night. My younger sister–a textbook Aries, and one of my most difficult relationships, which is now turning into quite a nice relationship, which makes me very happy–said months ago that she was sure she’d have the baby before Thanksgiving, which makes her either headstrong-and-scarily-willful, or somewhat psychic. Mom and baby are doing fine, and we’re awaiting news on the name.
  • My mom, who is awesome in ways I can’t begin to list here. She’s living with my younger sis and her husband (since a few weeks ago) to help take care of the baby, because she’s just that awesome. She makes me proud and makes me want to do better.
  • Same goes for my Big Sis, actually, and not just because she reads my blog now–just because she is supportive and generous and takes care of my 35-year-old-ass and is super cool too.
  • Family–mine, GB’s, ours with the cats, and our enormous, amazing, still-growing family of friends. If there’s one thing I’ve had in abundance in my life, it’s outstanding people.
  • Friends, both bloggy and 3D. Again–I may bitch a lot, but no one, ever, has had better friends than I do.
  • The fact that even though money issues are huge, and we are, actually, filing bankruptcy on Monday (though over half of our so-big-it’s-almost-funny debt is in the form of student loans and non-dischargeable–getting the first half gone will help)–we still have a place to live, and food, and are not completely and totally destitute. The only reason for this is the unbelievable kindness and generosity of our families. I’m trying to push down the guilt to *just* be thankful right now.
  • Doing work that I love; even when it seems endless and fruitless, it feels like a blessing and a luxury to be able to pursue a life in academia.
  • Music. As always.
  • Health. For an OCD hypochondriac like me, this is a big one.
  • A bumper pool Thanksgiving, at Jason’s today. Also, spending Thanksgiving with friends is part of this bullet.
  • The cats. They make home feel like home.
  • Gospel Bob. I am thankful for him every single freaking day, and even just thinking about that makes me a little teary.

Happy Thanksgiving, American friends! And Happy It’s-always-good-to-count-your-blessings Day to y’all! I have to go take my green bean casserole out of the oven….

Friends, I have happy news for the blogiverse: Skycat has resumed blogging. Go visit her. She’s charming, she smells good, and she’s winning the battle against the slugs.

(Oh, and I’m back, and my real life is full of stressful things. More on the weekend later, maybe, depending if I manage to do anything today but catch up on all y’all’s blogs.)

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