I might remember a presentation that I gave a year ago as being great. When I reopen the file, though, that memory might not be fully validated.
My current office’s new magnetic-swipe-key policy is probably just a panopticon illusion. They only want us to think that they are tracking when we sign in or out of the building as a means to keep us motivated and productive (and showing up). In reality, any data that is actually collected from the cards is probably fed to a computer that spends most of its day running World of Warcraft.
I have spent too much time wondering why they would attempt such a strategy on academics knowing that we can (and do) work from many different locations beyond our office.
I get an eery sense of satisfaction from vacuuming.
A surprising number of adults watch Kim Possible.
A surprising number of adults don’t watch Kim Possible.
A very minor injury of my leg is all the excuse that I need to sit out of going to the gym for over a week.
Given that I don't own any gaming system of any type, it might be odd that I still watch X-Play.
While my apartment is currently without most types of solid food, I will make a special trip to the store to obtain coffee filters.
I am still surprised that I actually like the new Wonder Woman comic. We are already at issue 6 and I haven't had to deploy my full gravitas (though there are some things that I would change -- and some of it has been, um, confusing). My new favorite panel involves Diana Prince shopping for toys and learning what it means to be the action figure who ends up in the bargain bin:
The hours can really slip past you when you start watching a Workout marathon (I had never before watched this program before this week).
Those hours can go even more quickly when you fix yourself a cocktail during the middle of that marathon.
No matter how hard that I try, I will never have abs as developed as Jackie Warner.
Jackie needs a better therapist.
Watching Workout does nothing to motivate me to go to the gym despite feeling guilty over the lame leg-injury excuse.
Jaclyn Smith is hosting a new Bravo series.
Jaclyn Smith needs a better agent.
In truth, though, a former-Angel hosting is enough to get me to at least give the show a watch.
Bravo is becoming a bit formulaic in their reality shows. Take a traditionally queer environment (fashion studio; gourmet kitchen; gym; hairstyling salon) and add in an assortment of "urban personalities” (mix the queer kids with the hetero folk plus one or two African Americans), add competition, and let the drama happen. I am expecting Bravo to launch a new series on tanning salons and bathhouses any day now.
Okay, so the majority of what I am reporting to have learned this week really just involved several hours of television on Tuesday night. Any suggestions of things that you would like GayProf to write about?