Four-wheel drive don’t add inches to your dick.  Or help you brake.  On ice.  You fuck.

I am an officially conferred Master now.  YEAH!

This is a very harsh, yet real picture of Michigan’s economy right now.  It’s hitting closer and closer to home:

Getting Laid Off in the Motor City 

We’ve been chosen as the site for the Facility for Rare Isotope Beams (FRIB), beating out the Argonne National Laboratory in Illinois.  Our nuclear physics program ranks second in the nation, and we already host the Cyclotron, but I’ve been watching this story like a hawk.  Amazing news, so exciting!

Michigan State University Awarded Nuclear Physics Facility - MLive 

Waking up a basset hound to go outside in the morning is much like what I imagine waking up a surly teenager would be like.  First they ignore, then grudgingly acknowledge and glower.  After glowering for what they perceive to be enough time to convey that they are indeed unhappy to be disturbed, they grunt then sloooooowly hoist themselves up onto their ridiculously short legs and stretch for anywhere from 5 to 45 seconds while staring you in the face as if to say “I am taking my damn time, woman.”  Then they sit, to see if you really REALLY want them to get up.  After you swat their butt and yell again, they saunter (read: stagger) through the house to the back door, where they pause as if to say “You can’t really expect me to go out there.  Seriously.”  So, you shove.  After the shove, they sit on the icy deck looking at you mournfully, their eyes peeping through the folds of their droopy faces asking “Why, mommy?  Why do you hate me so much?”  The requisite potty break follows, after which they SPRINT back to the back door, at speeds you never knew they could reach (speeds easily three times that of which they made it from the bed to the back door in) and paw frantically at the door, “roof”ing and “roo”ing as though they are being chased by bears.  Living in central Michigan, this is practically an impossibility but one never knows.  The re-entry is a grand affair consisting of more glowering, mixed with the expectation of treats and lavishing of praise and attention for a job well done.

Golden retrievers, on the other hand, merely wake up, look at you groggily, go outside, do their business, come back inside, lick your knee, go in their room and go back to sleep.

There is a psychological dog study in there somewhere.

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Anyone who still bothers to read my blathering nonsense on this site would find their time better spent checking out what Jennie and Anthony have to say over at B and B.  I spend more time there than here.

This, the slow death of print journalism, is by no means new news.   However, as our nation’s recession rages and businesses from New York to Los Angeles let workers go, what does it say that the morning newspaper is now going the way of the milkman?

Today, I can’t concentrate on any one thing longer than 15 seconds.  I’ve written my graduation stuff for tomorrow, I’ve commented on blogs, I’ve Tweeted and Plurked, I’ve completed my to-do list, I’ve socialized and video taped and edited, and still I’m antsy.  I have a meeting at 2 PM, that should be fun for all involved.  Tomorrow is the day.  Bring on the future!

The first drafts of my last two papers of my MA program are complete. Now, to edit and graduate on Friday!

Cheers!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27955316/

Ryan and I were discussing this.  This is despicable, and the store needs to go to the security cameras, identify these sick people, match them to their credit card records and identify them by their purchases, then charge each and every one of them with negligent homicide.  Everyone in that store who didn’t offer to help, who just continued on their merry way to lower prices, contributed to this crime against humanity.  Disgusting move, folks.  Absolutely disgusting.