Sunday, December 28, 2008

Hmm.

You know, there's nothing like planning the next several years of your life around going to grad school and then finding out that due to the financial ineptitude of the President of your University causing a hiring freeze there might not be a graduate program to apply to.

Anyone looking to hire a budding anthropologist?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Happy Festivus

Happy Festivus

Let's face it, kids, Christmas in America is a completely secular holiday. As such, my little secular self celebrates it merrily. Seriously, it's the depths of miserable winter, so everyone drink some spiked nog and get presents. It's great!

But I also understand those who have difficulty divorcing the holiday from its origins, for whatever reason. If you're in my circle, though, you're still getting a present from me. A secular one, but, nonetheless, a present.

So happy whatever to you all, and to all a nice time.

**added**





Classic!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

YouTubing, the "Disgusting Joys of Parenthood" Edition



Abbie has been using the potty successfully for a few days now.

If you're my sister and/or my father, you'll get the in-joke. Or, you know, if you're Captain Obvious you'll probably figure it out.

RIP, Bettie Page

I wish I had time to do more of a tribute because of the complicated role this woman's image played in the formation of my own sexual identity/performance of gender.

But she will be missed.

Almost done!

Three final papers down, one more and one math final to go.

Then sleep.

Then spending some normal time with my family,

Then some good old time blogging. It's been awhile.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Dear whomever created the virus now happily chewing on my hard drive.

Please Die In A Fire.

No really, I hate you.

I have enough on my plate without having to deal with this bullshit.

With utmost sincerity,

Vanessa

*added* All fixed. But I still hate you.

Monday, December 01, 2008

I'm really feeling like shit lately

grr...spit
Carpal tunnel's been a throbbing bitch, not sleeping much, been hella busy. Everyone at Thanksgiving kept asking me if I was "okay," in that annoying, touchy-feely way that makes me want to grow my Mohawk back. I just want to sneer at everyone.

So blogging might be light and misanthropic through the end of the semester. Then I can sleep for eight hours, brush my hair, do some laundry and have a nice drink, then feel like a plucky human again. Until then, deal with me.