BlogFerret

So I got some Easter candy, despite advice from medical professionals and nutritionists across the nation. Easter candy for me consists of these staples: Elmer’s Gold Brick and Heavenly Hash eggs, Reese’s peanut butter eggs, and jelly beans. Unfortunately, it almost looks like it will be a jelly beanless Easter.

I got 1 package each of our easter staples, and they will be shared by four people. I got them at Wal mart. Wal mart only had Starburst and Jelly Belly jelly beans. These are not jelly beans, to me. Honestly, though, if the Jelly Belly beans had been in festive springtime packaging, I probably would have bought them. Well, this morning, I went to Brookshire’s to get a few things, but guess what? Brookshire’s also has no jelly beans. I was appalled.

When I told my husband that I was beginning to suspect that there were no more jelly beans, ever, he asked me deadpan, “Didn’t you get the memo?”

With graduation looming, er, I mean nearly dawning in my horizon, I’ve been noticing a few reactions that I’ve been getting when some of my friends hear that I plan to continue my education into the doctorate level. The conversation usually goes something like this:

Them: So you’re finally going to get that Masters’ Degree, huh?

Me (somewhat ironically): Um, yeah, it took me a year and half.

Them: Wow that’s forever! So what’re you gonna do with your degree? you’ve been in school forever.

Me (gritting my teeth because I know what’s coming): Well, since I went back to get my B.A. in 2003, I’ve planned on getting my doctorate and becoming a professor of literature. I will enter a program in Fall of 2009.

Them (laughing like they’re in on a joke): Heh heh, so you’re gonna just keep going to school so you don’t have to get a real job, huh? Heh heh heh.

To my credit, I don’t give out these people’s addresses and cell numbers to my numerous very computer savvy *wink wink* acquaintances. I don’t even scream at them or attempt to push them under a bus the next time I see them.

Most of my good friends know what blood, sweat, and tears (and beers) are involved in getting any sort of degree beyond the Bachelor’s. Some do not. This second group tends to assume that graduate courses and coursework are similar to one’s coursework as a senior in the undergrad degree. This error is not only grievous, I would go so far as to say it is egregious. Egregious, I tell you!

Also, apparently, a Senior-level or Graduate professorship is not a “real job” to aspire to. Professors of any kind do not deal with “office politics,” too much red tape, unsympathetic bosses or supervisors, irritating co-workers, or deadlines. Apparently, being a professor at a university merely involves wearing drab, natural fiber clothing and attending cocktail parties or something.

I guess I’ll go and watch tv or sit on a deck chair or something and let my thesis finish itself, and let my article for my tech writing class edit itself and add research to itself. The research is currently doing itself while I am writing this blog entry. Tomorrow, my final chapter will drive itself to Ruston in the morning while I have a lie-in and then dine on a huge delicious brunch of waffles and bacon. I will read a mystery novel while my Tech Writing textbook reads itself and answers the questions on Blackboard, and takes a quiz on its own material. By that time I will be ready for my daily 3 hour nap.

I just thought I’d mention, in case no one noticed, that I finally fixed the colors and pictures here and I also installed a groovy new progress plugin. It is called Progressfly, and as you can see, it uses css to generate progress meters for whatever you want. I was going to put James’s knitted socks in there, but I think I need to make some prioritized categories: somehow it would seem wrong to put a pair of knitted socks in the same column as my MA Degree. Or perhaps I’m simply egotistical.

I have to put in a word here for a couple of my favorite yarns. I run the risk here of exposing myself as perhaps more strange and obsessed with strange things than any of you previously suspected, but lately I feel the urge to express myself. So if I want to post about my favorite yarn, then by golly, that’s-a-what-I’m-gonna-do! Read the rest of this entry »

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via Google, while searching for affordable binary watches. Why was I searching for affordable binary watches, you ask? Because I am not writing my paper on David Copperfield.

I do seem to be feeling much better. I stopped posting in October only to begin again yesterday, and here I am posting again! I was browsing yesterday and today looking for configuration instructions for a plugin I installed in October and promptly forgot about. (More on this later when I actually use it to generate content.) I read an article about how to bring readers to one’s blog with an aim to make money blogging, and the author insisted that one’s blog have “focus.” Read the rest of this entry »

Because the site is “under construction” I have the chance to write a few things that few people will read until a couple of months from now, if they read them at all. Whee.

I just want to make a few comments about depression and maybe even bipolar disorder. For a couple of months, I guess I was pretty sick. The only way I know I was sick is because I had a hard time completing my normal everyday activities.

Oh, and I suppose I have to admit that for a week or two, I was convinced I was possessed by demons. I guess if you know me well enough for you to be more than moderately or academically interested in the previous statements, then you should contact me via email or phone if you would like to know anything more about that. For anyone who has doubts, no, I haven’t been what people would consider “religious” for a number of years now. Enough years to be comfortable with that.

At any rate, I’m mostly enjoying my life. I wish I had more social contacts, and I won’t be graduating until May instead of March, but mostly life is good. Although there are some days I wish I had the credit to buy a large boat and become a pearl diver, or a studio and become a yoga teacher, or get certified and become a diving instructor… No, really. People don’t understand how close I am to really doing these things.

At any rate, I hope this has given you, the reader, an insight into who I am and what my life is like. Heh.

LOL Dracula

Happy October!

Dracula Blogged 

Her husband had hit her three times in the head with a hammer; this news preally upset the family.

It was like God had just slapped me in the face with love and mercy.