I'm hoping Liese stops by with an update on her pooch. It's making me anxious!
This, of course, exacerbated by my need to leave Bartleby for two nights in a couple of weeks and still not deciding who to trust with him. Seriously, it's got me all twisted up.
I am clinging to today by my fingernails. If I can just coast by until this evening when I can climb back into bed and nap, I might not die.
Eight thousand freshmen are arriving on campus this morning. Their parents are very bad drivers.
When I was at university and people discovered that I was an English major, they all wanted to know if I was going to be a teacher. This would cause me to laugh uproariously. People would smile hesitantly and ask, "So that's a no?" I would stop laughing abruptly and give them the crazy eyes, and then mime Babies on Spikes.
I'm afraid to ask how you mime "Baby on a Spike." It sounds like advanced miming. (First person to make a Spike from Buffy joke gets a whap on the head.)
Damn. And I was so gonna post one.
It's a reference to an Eddie Izzard bit, yes shrift?
How about I make this joke instead? No one puts Spikey in a corner!!
... Right. Coffee. Yes.
Oh, all right, I wasn't silent so it wasn't mime, but I'm pretty sure it convinced people not to let me near their children.
I am an evil giraffe!
I shall eat all the leaves on this tree....
so that all of the other giraffes may die!
Oooh, I hated move-in day when I worked at Penn. It's not as noticeable at UW, somehow, maybe because it's more of a commuter campus.
According to the article 27% of Americans did not read a book in the last year. That means 73% did, which is kinda better than I would expect. There are some interesting stats about who reads what in the article too.
It depresses me as an aspiring author, though it doesn't surprise me, that the median number of books read by the 73% is so low (9 for women, 5 for men). I know I'm an outlier, but I'd feel like something was wrong if I didn't read at least 100 books/year. This year I've already read 81.