- We’re like a week away from the new season of Arrested Development being on Netflix. So let’s enjoy some help from the Bluths today, shall we?
- I didn’t get the fellowship or a graduate assistantship I’m really bummed about it and working on a game plan to finish my degree and live my life and whatnot. My Thursday night was kind of a dark place to be.
- Until The Mister gave me this.
- Then he told me that this Bug and Goose Fellowship requires me to pay them. So I’m kind of back where I started.
- Now it’s back to the drawing board to figure out how to finish my PhD and be a scholar and whatnot despite this setback.
- One of my coworkers decided to start clipping his nails again this morning. In his office. So it echoed through the whole hallway. Do these people not have homes where they can attend to such needs? Because it’s just not appropriate to do that at work. Like, if you break a nail or something you can trim it. Fine. But a full on nail cutting session? Gross. I pray it wasn’t his toenails.
- Yahoo just bought Tumblr. They are “promising not to screw it up.” Um…because your other pursuits have been so successful this decade. See ya later, Tumblr. I’m sure you’ll start sucking very quickly.
- Apparently the Billboard Music Awards were last night. I feel so old. I had no clue they were on until they were, well, on. This used to be the kind of thing I cared about. Now, I’m all…yep…rather would stare at pinterest and drink a Slurpee and eat some ice cream sandwiches.
- I am so sick of hearing about these poor conservative groups being “unfairly” scrutinized by the IRS. The entire purpose of your group is political (which does not make you a 501(c)(3) nonprofit, contrary to your filings) and centers on getting the IRS to close down. You don’t think they might want to look into that a little more heavily?
- The Detroit Tigers managed to lose last night even though Miguel Cabrera hit three home runs. I don’t know how you pull that off, but it takes talent…talent for messing things up.
- I went to Motor City Comic Con on Saturday with The Mister. Because of the presence of Stan Lee, the place was a nightmare. Too packed. Too hot. And to get a snack from the concession stand you apparently had to sign a pact with the Devil. As much as I tried to keep an open mind and as much as I enjoy some of the things that were on display, I totally did not fit in. I don’t get the whole paying a celebrity to give you an autograph thing. Or waiting in line for hours for it.
Now I’m off to try and get a grip on the rest of my life…and you know, figure out where I have money hidden.
What’s on your mind today?
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