Master mind

Friday morning I finished my defense, with success. I have one more degree under my belt. I also don’t know where my belt is. I think I already packed it.

I’m supposed to know what to say to people, but I seem to screw it up. They accepted my thesis, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever feel adequate. Let me give you some examples:

“Have you seen Mamma Mia? It’s a great film.”
“Mmmm, no, but I wanna be in an ABBA cover band!”

“Guess what I just did?”
“Shoplifted! Broke into your own home!”

“Well, congratulations on this milestone. Many good things lie ahead, no doubt.”
“Yeah, I’m working on having a pig farm and writing about digital colonialism!”

I get a lot of blank stares. At least I don’t give them, right?

A car alarm keeps going off in my building’s parking lot, every few hours. I wonder if anyone ever uses that as a makeshift alarm clock.

Bees are not my servants.

Also, speaking of what we eat, DDR could easily cure childhood obesity if they’d subsidize that action. $1/dance at the arcade, winning no tickets to boot, makes that shit otherwise pricey. Anyone remember when phys ed was mandatory and you had to climb the rope? Is dancing the same torture for the uncoordinated? I’m hoping it’s fun instead.

I would be the bartender if it meant going back to playing music I love and want to share. I went to see !!! for the ?th time and determined that Nic Offer is having more fun than anyone else on the planet.

Other goodness I love: Progressives Against Obama, the 2008 Midwest Flood Pig Rescue, and two blogs about friends who are abroad that I won’t link. But I will say this: personal travel writing can be fascinating with the right minds behind it. I never knew until now.