As well it should, my dear. As well it should.

My NKOTB knowledge is legendary and equally frightening.

I've been looking at the job openings at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute again. It's been that kind of (avoidant, escapist) day.

Calling Sue, there's one for an Archivist, but they want you to have a science background or undergrad degree.

Calling Sue, there's one for an Archivist, but they want you to have a science background or undergrad degree.

That's not me. But that would be soooo interesting.

Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute

That's one of my dream employment places. Surely they need a publications manager. One who is extremely geek friendly. And boat friendly. And Kerry friendly. And, well, they just need to call me, damnit.

I've been looking at the job openings at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute again. It's been that kind of (avoidant, escapist) day.

I've been avoiding and escaping by looking at library schools. Again. But this year, I've told people I'm actually planning to do it, so it may have to happen.

(also, car hunting, but that's something that makes me want to avoid and escape)

maybe unable to read; maybe halting in memory or easily confused or a hudnred other possible outcomes, but -- when you've seen a guy walking despite a fist-size section of his gray matter missing, you've got to be impressed at the brain's recovery abilities.

Well, that's the point I'm making. Not that Woodruff will be a vegetable, but that he'll probably have some trouble reading a teleprompter and doing that kind of work that requires a lot of on-air instant-processing. That's a very likely place to have a deficit. I'm not saying people don't get better. They obviously do. But the presumption that a head trauma is like a broken bone or something like that which was impaired but is now repaired is not accurate.

Anyway, I'll return to Not Talking about it with the advisory that everybody start wearing crash helmets.

(I had an ex who was similarly freaked out about head traumas so I'd always hold my hands [ineffectually] over her head when we'd go under scaffolding. But she appreciated the gesture.)

If you bought a car, you could escape in it. You could buy an escapist car, like an MG.

I think I'm getting sick. This is my excuse for today, anyway. I would go home except I have to send an email for someone so it is anonymous. And the person hasn't gotten the text to me yet.

The only problem with an MG is that you can escape for about 3.5 blocks and then it stalls out.

But boy do you look cool for those 3 blocks.