Whooo——the joys of winter break continue! You know life is good when it doesn't include compulsory shaving, you've had prime rib for lunch three days in a week (leftovers are just the gift that keeps on giving), and, in spite of your best efforts and intentions to do otherwise, getting up before 8:30 is just not in the cards. One of the only observed negative side-effects of such a lifestyle is an admittedly diminished number of bloggable topics——though I'm sure you're all fascinated by the scholarship/grant applications I've been filling out. As such, we return to the bite-sized thoughts of yesteryear. Enjoy. (And feel free to laugh at the ill-fated attempts at establishing continuity)
I've recently come to the conclusion that I have a rather unique and utterly terrible reaction to bad news/serious business: laughter. Say that I find out my friend's dog just died, that an acquaintance just got a divorce, or that I have some sort of debilitating illness——every time my first instinct is to laugh. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a Nelson-from-the-Simpsons-style "HA-ha!" sort of laugh, it's just a normal "hey, that's funny" laugh. Except that what we're dealing with definitely isn't funny, and I don't feel that it is even if I look and sound amused. Sorry?
You should appreciate the degree to which I restrain my retrophilia when I write here. Seriously, I think I may have a problem. It all started with the good intention of going for quality instead of modernized convenience, but it's gotten out of hand. I write with this, shave with this, listen to these, and carry all my crap around in one of these (though I assure you I didn't pay half that much——I know people). These are only the most linkable examples. In the long run, I think that it's all just my not-so-subconscious desire to be Indiana Jones expressing itself.
Half the reason I haven't blogged much over the break is because my computer has occasional bouts of narcolepsy. Though it's behaved itself fairly well over the semester, it had a pretty bad fit starting on Christmas Eve and continued for a number of days in which it just goes to sleep after a few seconds, even when the laptop lid is open. Numerous confrontations with some of Apple's "geniuses" have yielded no fruit, and I am now determined that my battery has irritable bowel syndrome. As such, if anyone has a spare, properly functioning, pre-2008 13-inch Macbook battery they would like to donate so that my computer can last me another year and a half, I am open for contributions.
With the close of 2010 nearly upon us, I have to take a paragraph to thank you all for reading. While I really do enjoy expressing my thoughts and such, the only real motivation I have to keep up with this blogging business is the knowledge that there actually are people out there who read and enjoy it. Your mounting participation, frequent face-to-face discussion/disapproval (for about three of you at least), and laughter have kept my eyes and mind open for new ways in which I might thrill and infuriate you. While I still reckon that there are about ten people who visit the site with any degree of regularity, even the most modest estimates have this December's number of page loads at six times greater than last (seriously, 60 is way better than 10). Levity aside though, this is all because of you, dear reader. Thank you...
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