Nightmare in the 9th Floor Lab:

Attack of the Unlabeled Floppies.

Woo-HOO!

Grades are done.

the point of the fact is that

deep down, everyone is afraid of becoming that weird girl down the hall.

Zillions of what? she warily asked.

lines for an imaginary poem

The one god has blotted out the bad birds with your hair. Another god

smears the words of prayer, leaving contrails of blood and dust.

Hmmm....

Writing down: My measurements {in the margins of CCCC proposal}.

Writing up {on post-its}: HTML specs for "map" tags, link to "Mapping the Resistance" article from CCC and hand drawn maps to braid salons in Ann Arbor, E. Lansing and Windsor.

Ecohazards caused by tanning oil: 1

Meanwhile, back on the mattress:

Listening to a passepied by Debussy, she watches the unevenly matched blinds as though they are a silent film.

reading "The Age of Innocence" during finals:

"Hold on", my hand flies up, palm out:

"Newland just ran into May's cousin the eccentric countess Ellen Olenska in Newport".

Long pause.

"Now", I face my student, gingerly placing the bookmark in the book, "what brings you into the office here today?".

night

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unsolved mysteries

So anyway,

it strikes me as extremely funny

that one of the worst things that has happened in my life happened at Panera.

Installing Extensions for Firefox on a Linux Desktop

If you arrived at this post from a Google Search, first of all, stay cool: A crowbar will not help you install the Web Developer extension for firefox.

Breathe in. Affirm: An invisible firefox process is running on my system. Breathe out. Breathe in. The invisible process is blocking the extension from being installed. Breathe out.

Slowly open your eyes and start your terminal in a mindfully alert frame of mind. Kill all firefox processes. Now, run firefox. Behold: the power of...froggle.

still life with contrast.

Click here to read the inspiration behind this cartoon.

freehand turkey with caption

Blog 2.0

To commemorate one year of blogging, I am pleased to announce the merger of Blogger and Me with Hilary's Interesting Sketch Diary.

Behold the power of slack...okay, after I eat this muffin.

technically naieve

"We-e-ll", she naively thought {with the beginner's mind of a first-time Windows user}, "this is probably a good time for me to learn patience. So, instead of beating the desk with my fists, I'll simply use the time to click on "Windows Media Player" and listen to some music while waiting for my Word file to unfreeze".

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And then I answered my cell from a table on the eastside, smearing butter and stuffing from the rotisserie hen into my keypad.

Hello? I said, picking at the bird. Hold on. Let me switch to a headset. I need my hands to eat.

"Nested tables" sounds like something that lives under the deck in the country : Look, Emmit, we got to get rid of those tables before they start to nest.