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slightly dispiriting realizations
1.) I think my laptop is not long for this world :( :( :( The spontaneous crashing//YOUR BIOS IS FUCKED UP, MAN!!!/BSOD messages have been coming faster and faster since they started a few days ago. I've uninstalled everything I've put on in the past month, and it doesn't seem to have made any difference. This sort of thing characterized the last days of my old laptop, so I am not very hopeful at this point.
2.) I have no butt. I put on a pair of new jeans today and looked in the mirror, and they fit everywhere, except my butt, where instead of a butt there is something approaching a concavity. Why? Why? I am curvy almost everywhere else, except there, and you could use my butt to rule straight lines on a wall. Typically I am not very body-conscious, but this bothers me for some reason.
3.) Three days in a row it has rained.
4.) Dissertations do not, in fact, write themselves. Not to torture the poor word, but... Why? Dissertations have been around for hundreds of years; you'd figure they would have evolved to the point where they are sentient, and instead of writing one, a doctoral student would have to hunt and capture the wild dissertation, and then fend off the committee that tries to steal it. If the student can defend the dissertation from thieves/predators/committee members, then the doctorate is awarded.
5.) The word "frankly" really really bothers me. It's probably my most-disliked word ever and causes my spine to go all weird and hackle-y when I read it. "Frank" isn't much better; "Frankish" makes me squirm. I don't even like typing them.
On the other hand "salacious" is a fucking fantastic word. Salacious.
Salacious.
[eta] Although my all-time favorite word, for the record, is "sloth."
2.) I have no butt. I put on a pair of new jeans today and looked in the mirror, and they fit everywhere, except my butt, where instead of a butt there is something approaching a concavity. Why? Why? I am curvy almost everywhere else, except there, and you could use my butt to rule straight lines on a wall. Typically I am not very body-conscious, but this bothers me for some reason.
3.) Three days in a row it has rained.
4.) Dissertations do not, in fact, write themselves. Not to torture the poor word, but... Why? Dissertations have been around for hundreds of years; you'd figure they would have evolved to the point where they are sentient, and instead of writing one, a doctoral student would have to hunt and capture the wild dissertation, and then fend off the committee that tries to steal it. If the student can defend the dissertation from thieves/predators/committee members, then the doctorate is awarded.
5.) The word "frankly" really really bothers me. It's probably my most-disliked word ever and causes my spine to go all weird and hackle-y when I read it. "Frank" isn't much better; "Frankish" makes me squirm. I don't even like typing them.
On the other hand "salacious" is a fucking fantastic word. Salacious.
Salacious.
[eta] Although my all-time favorite word, for the record, is "sloth."
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See, sloths move very little, but meanwhile their brains are focused on the right (salacious) thoughts. And when they move it is purposefully!
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I know that's what I think about :>
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a) musing on the hotness of his roommate, John Sheppard
b) musing on the hotness of his topology professor, John Sheppard
c) musing on the hotness of John Sheppard in any capacity
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Rodney's in big trouble, I think.
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