I want to be an eggplant under my desk. If I can have my Palm and my Nook with me. But I'm afraid my knees would not thank me for it.

I'm tempted about the desk thing. I had to explain the t table tag to a co-worker, and why 13 deep was bad design (you should see the 3D rendering of this page in Firefox's debug tool...), and then I had to tell a developer how to deploy the script in question. Yes, my manager had been getting mixed messages--my right one, and everyone else.

And she might think our boss is easy going, but I don't remotely.

OMG, I might be a genius. So far, for my aunts for Christmas presents I have the Oatmeal book How to Tell if Your Cat is Trying to Kill You, and then I just got them a groupon to a pizza place I think they like. But that's a totally random pair of things. BUT! I'm pretty sure that I saw a cat toy shaped like a piece of pizza yesterday. That would be perfect to tie it all together!

They're making us do equations. I think I want to join people in hiding under desks and being an eggplant.

Crossposting from Literary, because I think more people check in here than there:

Random bookish(ish) question - does anyone have access to the London Times Literary Supplement? Or even a stack of the last few months' copies sitting in a TBR pile somewhere nearby? My wonderful uni library, which has subscriptions and online access to practically every periodical you can think of, has finally failed me. All I need is one lousy article, but I can't get to it without paying a preposterous subscription fee.

I have received no texts or phone calls from my parents or the senior community in 45 minutes. I consider that a win (for now).

Don't take the Sydney - Dallas flight ever in your lives unless you are forced to. Oh. My. Goodness. I had watched five movies and there were still six hours left in the flight.

My layover was an absolute fiasco which included the phrase "these engine parts don't always fail, but when they do, they fail spectacularly" from the pilot.

I then got home and proceeded to sleep for sixteen hours. (I can't sleep on planes no matter how hard I try)

But now, I am HOME and on VACATION and the internet connection at my house is so fast it is making me nervous. I am so used to the painful slowness of satellite internet on the ocean that this broadband feels like dark magic.

Dark magic is the best kind. Don't let white people tell you different.

I just did an image search on Wentworth Miller, and there's a provocateuse hit on each of the first three rows. I clearly can't monetise for shit. I want to make a million dollars off other people's photos. That seems perfectly reasonable.

Tomorrow I'm taking the SPHR (fancy HR certification) exam. I need this certification to do serious job-hunting, since a theater degree does not seem to rank very highly in the HR world for some crazy reason. I have been studying a lot, but I moved my test date up so I could go home and visit my mom next week and there is a lot of material to cover. I HAVE FAILED ALL MY PRACTICE TESTS. I am likely going to fail this test which cost a LOT of money to register for and is only given twice a year. Fuck. I am SO looking forward to getting up at 5:45 tomorrow so I can go take a four-hour exam at 7:00am. AND SUCK AT IT. I am not used to failing exam things, as I'm usually a fab test-taker.

I killed the thread with my whining.