OK, it's Monday, and I had to work yesterday, and still tired from the 70 hour week last week. So, keep that in mind as I share with you the campus paper headline that just makes you go, "huh?" with a little of a 12 y.o. snicker...
'Eaters rip past Trojans!
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(OK, so I added the exclamation point)
Apparently our university (whose mascot is the Anteater), played University Southern California in baseball, and won. See, context makes things less funny sometimes.
OK, just got email from university Chancellor, saying in July, we will get a 3% raise. Half of me is like "woot! a raise!", and the other half is cynical, thinking "I hope they don't raise the parking and health insurance rates to eat it all up like every other year". Two years ago, our 1.46% raise resulted in a -0.12% "raise".
oh no. I killed the thread. SORRY!!!
I had a raise like that, o_a. The two paychecks between raise and reduction were pleasant.
Two entirely separate FB posts that just happened to juxtapose on my timeline and make me laugh:
Sean Kozma WHATTHEHELLISWRONGWITHYOUPEOPLE!?!?!?
7 minutes ago · Like
Connie Neil shared Humans of New York's photo.
Well, they're in Texas
Sean Kozma WHATTHEHELLISWRONGWITHYOUPEOPLE!?!?!?
I'm responsible for that one! Or, rather, the crazy people at my gym are. (YES, PUT THE BABY ON THE TRACK. NOTHING BAD CAN HAPPEN TO IT.)
Just took a training about a political topic. I like learning new stuff, but sometimes it makes me sad thinking of the things I already know that I'm not using, and, in fact, when I bust them out, it would be almost less surprising if the cat started to talk.
I need a life that *uses* me more, or something.(And, no, I don't mean cut off from benefits selling chicle on the overpass.)
I need a life that *uses* me more, or something.(And, no, I don't mean cut off from benefits selling chicle on the overpass.)
Somewhere Paul Ryan just felt a pang.
I'm working from home today. What with the unusual winter, I've done that more often than usual over the past few months, and my cat's developed a lovely habit of curling up next to my right leg. I just realized why. This puts him right next to where the laptop fan blows the warm air out of my computer. It's like a mini heating vent for him. And here I thought it was pure affection just a fondness for shared body heat.
I know. Hope it's in the crotch.
He has a tiny point about that. I do occasionally find being on benefits to be...sapping, sort of, especially as we're speeding through the twentieth year or something and can no longer pretend I'm, you know, looking for that perfect internship.(it was easier when my friends were all in school, and nobody had much of a pot to piss in and so forth...it makes it easier to think it's just a stage.(Sometimes I wonder about my lefty friends who continue to insist that Social Security is dignified, although it's easy to be romantic about shit that's either far in the future or something you may lose.) Where Paul Ryan is wrong is to think that hunger and the fear of homelessness give you any room to think about anything but hunger and the fear of homelessness. Trust me, even on benefits there have been months where all I could think of was being cut off(or possibly growing medical marijuana) that was not good for my art or anything. Also, Paul Ryan's family is, like, three generations of rich, even given the sad tale of his dad's heart attack. What does he know of working his way from modest beginnings?