watching cold case in the background, and getting more and more angry.
they’re being horribly horribly transphobic, and i’m pretty sure it’s not in a way that’s gonna be resolved by the end of the episode (basically they found out that one of the victims was trans*, and immediately started making fun of her and using male pronouns).
soooo, got home to find that the internet is down at my apartment. no liveblogging for me tonight. much sad. (even my phone’s mobile signal is weak)
got the edits back, one of which relies on another person (who is no longer a part of our lab, but is thankfully still in contact) getting back to me with something, and a host of other fun tasks (combine these five figures into one, whydontcha…). i finished everything (except that one other-person thing) and sent it back, but there’s pretty much zero chance of me finishing this tonight. which makes it at least one day late tomorrow (but technically two days late). this wasn’t a super-hard deadline, but i still feel like crap for not making it. feels like it’ll make a bad impression with my committee members (both of whom have not formally met me yet).
i’m waiting on edits for the last chapter of my dissertation and about to go insane. i can’t do anything further until then, but it’s due today (
well technically due yesterday but shhhh). still need to: correct any edits i get, fix up the table of contents for that chapter, and print out the chapter (including a trip to the library for the color pages since our printer is only b&w).
GIMME THE EDITS!
I THINK WHAT PISSED ME OFF THE MOST IN CAP 2 IS HOW LITTLE MILK PIERCE POURS IN THAT GLASS. LIKE IT’S THE TINIEST PORTION OF MILK IMAGINABLE. “DO YOU WANT SOME FUCKING MILK” NO LET ME POUR MY OWN FUCKING MILK. AND LET ME POUR THE LEAST. POSSIBLE. MILK. I CAN. POSSIBLY POUR INTO THIS GLASS. THE SMALLEST PORTION OF MILK POSSIBLE. U HAD AN ENTIRE CARTON. AND A LARGE GLASS. AND YOU POUR WHAT. LIKE. 2 INCHES OF MILK INTO THAT GLASS. PIERCE PISSED ME OFF THE MOST IN THAT SCENE.
in the ongoing series of ‘i didn’t know i could shock myself on that…’
i just got shocked by touching my wall. i assume it was the stud that did it, but how it reached through insulating drywall/paint i do not know. freakin’ static electricity!
i had a legit reason for being home early - without roommates - and i wanted to be productive and get some podficcing done. lo and behold my roommate freaking comes home two hours earlier than expected, when i’m only a sentence away from finishing. gonna have to redo the whole thing.