The Halloween That Almost Wasn't

It's Halloween. Crap. When did that happen? One of my favorite Halloween specials ever - 1979's The Halloween That Almost Wasn't. It would be on the Disney Channel when I was a kid and it brought together everything I loved: Dracula, Halloween, comedy. I watched this EVERY chance I had. Decades later, in the midst of my own Halloween-that-almost-wasn't, I still can't help but find it entertaining. Best line: "It's one of those days I wish I was dead. And stayed dead." Enjoy. 

AND THE DISCO PARTY! OH YES! 

And my orchid? According to Brooklyn Orchids, it appears I have quite a few roots, but I don't see any flower spikes. This is unfortunate, but means I've been taking decent care of the plant. 

And now: grading. Happy Halloween! 

There are few phrases in the English language that piss me off more than Welcome to the real world, as though I'm existing in a fantasy land of pixie dust and marshmallow-crapping unicorns. In my real world, I'm spending seven hours a day in front of my computer, attempting to make sense of data, while teaching and applying for jobs. Oh, and resubmitting articles after revising them. And writing letters of recommendation for teacher candidates. And attempting to keep myself in clean clothing so I don't get any weird looks when I go out in public. Real world, my ass.

In other news, I'm not sure what is going on with my orchid. I'm assuming this is good growth and leaving it at that...

Linky Love: Cold and Dreary Edition

It is cold and dreary outside. I suspect that summer has finally given up the ghost and we're in the downhill slide into winter. It's a bit of a tricky thought - I thought I'd be much farther along on my dissertation than I am. I also thought teaching nine credits the first eight weeks of the semester would be easier than it was. Delusional, I am.

Anyway, I'm trying to get back into the swing of posting. So! Some links:

Amazon sidesteps the publishing houses: perhaps the very definition of post-modern.

I am normally suspicious of Starbucks, but I like this idea. It makes me like them more.

Hm. This is fascinating to me. Fascinating. I wonder if the gender trend will turn: men looking for woman to donate eggs and their womb.

I've been applying for jobs: apparently, I will never be a department chair.

Or, perhaps I'm not a nice guy. Hm.

Off to dissertate.

Regrets Collect Like Old Friends

I keep telling myself, "You regret it because it is good. You regret it because you want it to always be good." 

My head recognizes that it couldn't always be good. That's why I said what I said. There's an expiration date: like milk. 

So I will rail against the expiration date, enjoy it while I can, and be thankful I had it in the first place.