Thursday, August 25, 2005

It looks like Brad is alive. Mark had spoken to him earlier in the week, or so he said. But you can never tell if Mark is part of some large conspiracy, propagating "Brad's" existance. Brad called me tonight to see what was going on this weekend. While originally I was going to be in DC, not anymore. So it looks like we will see some Brad this weekend . . . time for me to clean.

Speaking of cleaning, I would like to give mad kudos to Mark and Shannon who cleaned my kitchen to superb status after game night this past tuesday. I did make a comment about the salad not being cleaned up after last game night, and I hope it didn't piss them off or anything. Regardless, they did a wonderful job cleaning the kitchen, and I wanted everyone to know that. So big ups to Mark and Shannon.

In other news . . . I've got my blog up and running for my students, and for no real reason I've resolved my 404 issue. Apparently I've just got to put them in a different folder. I've been looking at permissions and can't find a reason for the problem, but at least it is solved and now my students (who were complaining about how "long and hard" the test was tee hee) can download the files for all the shit that I hand them. They still have more rights to the page then I would like. I'm curious to see when one of them tries to make their own post on the main page instead of just commenting. I'm also curious to see when one of them follows another's link to their "fuck shit cunt blog." Hopefully the fall out wont be bad.

But I have another idea that might find it's way into my classroom after I have surgery (still don't have a date). I have this wonderful touchpad that might allow me to "draw" on the screen while sitting near the projector. Sounds like a good alternative to standing all day. The question is if I can get good enough to make it work.

Things with Chowning have been a bit rocky lately. Whether it is that I am easier to frustrate right now or she is getting past the limit of us not being in the same city, it is a pain in the ass. I've realized that I don't like hearing about how things suck when I know that they do and I'm trying to get past it. It isn't her fault by any means, however many conversations fall back to "this is so hard" and all I can think is "I know, it was hard last week, we don't need to state that it is hard, it is understood now let's move on." Things are going much better now, and I need to do a better job of sending lots of campy emails or something. I certainly don't know what I would do if this relationship fizzled all of a sudden. Don't want to think about that.

M

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