[I'm sick of coming up with entry titles again. Can you tell?]
The phone company through which I get my dialup service has merged its dialup service with a couple other companies. They have sworn on a stack that it won't affect anybody's service, but for some mysterious reason, ever since the merger, my dialup is three times as slow as it was before. What this means to you, reader, is that hunting for links for my vast readership of four is a total pain in the fucking ass when I can only follow one link at a time without overloading my gerbil-urethra bandwidth to the point where everything times out and Firefox whimpers that it can't find the servers. ["I couldn't find google.com. I couldn't find yahoo.com. Oh well, I guess they don't exist!"]
In fact, as I'm typing this, there are four buttons to the left here that never loaded because I wanted the page to stop loading before I got old and died.
No, I'm not asking for money for a DSL upgrade. I'm just saying, I'm not going to be doing a lot of the random-link thing because it's a royal pain in the minge and nobody seems to care one way or the other anyway. I know I don't.
So go here and here if you want. If not, do like I did: get a dictionary, flip to a random page, find a random word, Google it, and follow whatever search results look interesting. Sounds fun and easy, doesn't it? It should be. It used to be, up til a couple months ago. Now it's like trying to empty an engorged bladder past a prostate the size of a basketball--slow, painful and thoroughly unpleasant.
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I have a rough draft of a paper and a finished proposal due by the end of this week.
Yes, the hurricane sucks. Yes, Bush sucks. Yes, everybody dropped the ball. Everybody else in the fucking galaxy has written about it already, so I'm not going to flap my gums about it too. I dropped $10 in the hurricane relief drop box at Mallwart the other day, and if more cash makes itself available, I'll do it again. This assumes I can afford the gas to go anywhere. I had been getting the premium because my car runs better on it, but now I'm going to have to buy the medium-grade horseshit that everybody else buys.
And my professor is not going to give me an extension just because a hurricane happened 1300 miles away, and Bush cut levee funding and sat around with his thumb up his ass for four years instead of preparing for one of the three disasters most likely to occur acording to FEMA, and it's pissing me off. [The other two were a terrorist attack on NYC and a major earthquake in Frisco. Not-so-random link here, thanks to D.C. Simpson of IDT.] It's also not going to get the apartment clean. Simpson, who follows the news more devotedly than I do, says it very eloquently in the "I Think This" section of IDT.
True to my mile-wide selfish streak, the main thing I'm worried about right now is the "graduation achievement portfolio" that we're supposed to put together by the time we graduate. It's supposed to contain a few of the college assignments we're most proud of, and ostensibly we're supposed to present this to prospective employers and it's supposed to impress them or something.
First of all, the idea that somebody in an interview is going to be impressed by samples of my schoolwork makes me giggle. Secondly, one of the guidelines is that the works we present have to be ones that we're proud of. Excuse me? You're supposed to be proud of your schoolwork? What fucking grade am I in again? I'm sorry, but that's like being proud of doing the dishes. What's to be proud of? They tell you to do it and you do it. If you volunteered for community service or built your own house or did ANYTHING on your own initiative, that's something to be proud of. Doing what you were told is not something to be proud of unless you really derive that much pleasure from being told what to do.
I'm just saying. It's sorta retarded. I can't wait for commencement; they'll probably hand out medals for being able to feed and dress yourself. I'll be crushed if I don't get mine.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go write a seven-page research paper so I can give a copy to my mom to put on her fridge.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Posted by Frida Peeple at September 5, 2005 05:06 AM