Thanks, JZ. That's good to know. I'm used to hearing horror stories. It's good to know you had a good experience.

Yeah, CafePress changed the way linking to multiple stores works, and I haven't been able to edit the links page without an error message. Links to the individual stores should still work.

I can't find the cartoon-y icons separately. Can you give me hints on better keywords to search by?

Oh, well. Back to the thesis...

Did you figure out the place/thing that was stopping you, vw?

I so very much do not want to be at work today. I have absolutely no motivation to do any of this crap.

I am Juliana. Which, bummer about work being so lame. But, at least we're very pretty.

That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!

Did you figure out the place/thing that was stopping you, vw?

No, but I've decided to compromise for now. I really want to explore this issue, but I don't think this is the time. So, I'm going to leave the question in the paper and address it in the discussion section--that it's really out of the scope of this project, but is something that should be addressed by me or someone else at a later time.

Thanks for asking!

How close is your work to mine? Wanna meet up and mutually vent our spleens at lunch? Lush? Coffee and miscellaneous muttergrumbling?

2 BART stops, but I didn't run this morning, so I must work out at lunch. However, I could meet for venting post-work (which prob. doesn't work with your schedule).

NPR was talking about this place the other day for missing gloves. Alas, your missing mitten is likely not in Pittsburgh. Still, sweet service. [link]

Grrr.

I'm feeling all Hulk-Smashy today. I'm just so sick of feeling like my life is all petty shit, not least because of the usual angst about my career and how I somehow ended up as a professional Manager of Petty Shit.

I mean, I know if all the pieces of my life were in place--if we were out of debt and owned a house instead of renting, if I was a multi-published author successful enough to quit my day job, I'd still be dealing with lots of petty shit, just of different composition. That's the way the world is. But I'm sick of feeling like my whole damn life is nothing but getting my boss's phone fixed and figuring out when the surplus people are coming to get rid of the furniture she doesn't want to keep and filing this and finding that, and that there's no room for anything with real meaning or anything I'm passionate about because I'm drowning in the Petty Shit Ocean.

Epic, here.

No, but I've decided to compromise for now. I really want to explore this issue, but I don't think this is the time. So, I'm going to leave the question in the paper and address it in the discussion section--that it's really out of the scope of this project, but is something that should be addressed by me or someone else at a later time.

Sounds like an excellent compromise! Shows you recognize the issue is there, but acknowledge it's beyond current scope. Plus, putting it in the discussion section should give you more exploration - assuming someone "discusses" with you. Is this the Oral History Tradition thing, or have I missed another Major Project in my lurking?

Thanks, Jess!

However, I could meet for venting post-work (which prob. doesn't work with your schedule).

Not so much, unless you wanted to come with me to pick up Matilda and hang out at our place for drinks and muttergrumbling. Which you're totally welcome to do!