Beware the Ides of March!
Wednesday, March 15, 2000
All over the Map
Oh, gosh. Just as I started typing this, the latest installment of "Lindsey and Jodi: An American Odyssey" came on The Tonight Show. The segments feature two extremely clueless college students from Oklahoma, and they're completely hilarious. Last week, the two interviewed people about the primaries; this week, they checked out Hollywood and then tried to find the famous Broadway shows. In California.
I'm behind on everything again. I may never get to writing my review of The Vagina Monologues, and while I did complete my article for this week's issue of Clean Sheets in time for publication, it pretty much sucks. I've already apologized to the editor of the section, although she seems to think I'm just being silly about that.
I have to write my column for the college paper before going to sleep tonight, though. I'd wanted to step away from campus issues and rant about this website this week, but I haven't thought my position through enough yet, and I'm not really in the mood to go on the attack right now, anyway. I wanna do something light and fluffy. But I don't have any ideas along those lines just now.
On the bright side, I'm having lunch with Mary Anne tomorrow! I'm happy, and excited, and, okay, a bit nervous. I know that last feeling is unfounded; we've done this once before, and that turned out to be one of the best days I'd had in a long time, but part of me is still afraid that this time she'll decide that I'm a complete jerk or something. Cyberspace interaction is so much safer...
But I'm just being silly, and putting it down on the screen like this blows the whole thing out of proportion. I've been looking forward to this for months.
And, as an added bonus, we're meeting at a kosher deli, and I'll be having a pastrami sandwich! Now that I think of it, I haven't had pastrami since the summer. How have I been managing?
I mentioned my geology tests at the end of my last entry. In a nutshell, I've had one practical exam in the lab, and one classroom exam. I got an 81.5 on the former. The latter was this past Monday, so the grades aren't in yet, but I figure it'll be in that ballpark; I didn't do too badly, but I did make a bunch of really obvious errors.
My current guess is that I'll end up with a B- in the course. Which probably ought to upset me, considering that my lowest grade so far has been a B+, and I've only had two of those. (I'm not including the course I P/NC'd.) But, no, I have decided that I can live with that.
It's like this. If I'd study a couple of hours a week, I could almost certainly pull my grade up to an A. On the other hand, I don't have enough time to do everything I want. Ultimately, what it comes down to is that I'd rather keep writing for the college paper, keep writing this journal, and keep attempting to help out at Clean Sheets, and get the B-, than drop all that and get an A.
The best decision I could make? I don't know. But it's mine. I'll just have to remember that at the end of the semester, when my grades come in.
Survey answers continue to trickle in... first of all, contrary to what I said in my last entry, Uncle Aussie's response has been archived, so check that out. And Miriam, of Areas of Unrest, has responded also, further swelling the ranks of Marvin Gardens fans. And if you don't generally read her journal -- and I confess that this includes me -- then you must follow the links to her entries on soft drinks and super powers. And then, if you're like me, you will begin to wonder why you don't generally read her journal, and perhaps you will decide that adding one more journal to the list can't hurt.
(Full disclosure: Miriam appears to be a Red Sox fan. But, hey, nobody's perfect.)
I don't trust myself to comment on this story just now. Let's just say that when a friend told me about it earlier this afternoon, I found myself silently cheering for the kid. I clearly have some issues to work through.
Still, my friend is right; if it weren't for the fact that he had some kids, the father would be a prime contender for the Darwin Awards.
I missed the first episode of God, the Devil, and Bob, but the second was quite enjoyable. So now I just want to know who was responsible for putting it, Family Guy, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer on at the same time. I'm only interested in five prime-time shows; do three of them really have to be on simultaneously?
(The other two are Angel and Grapevine. I'm only barely following the plot of the latter, but I'm finding the presentation to be very interesting.)
(Oh, and given the choice, Buffy wins, hands down. It's just been in reruns for the past two weeks.)
On last thing on the college writing awards, and this sentence constitutes the warning for the professor who might be reading this...
A different professor informed me of the existence of a wormhole in the space-time continuum, just large enough for a few manila envelopes. This would allow me to insert an entry for the fiction category of the contest, and have it be magically transported to the submissions box just before last Friday's deadline. Said professor encouraged me to use the thing, and I decided to go ahead. So, in the new timeline, I've turned out to have submitted a revised version of "Fortress of Solitude" -- a metafictional short story I wrote back in November 1998 -- in the fiction category.
I mean, how could I resist the chance to try out a real-life wormhole?