So this semester my schedule is weird. From Tuesday afternoon to Thursday morning I’m pretty much in class, peeing, or sleeping.
Anywho, New Mexico is getting some snow. We just got little waves of ghost flakes that disappeared before they hit the ground here today, but all around campus in a big circle it has been coming down all day. So, my last afternoon class, which is small anyway, only had two students, I basically canceled (I asked them if they had questions and after a couple I let them go), so I got to leave work early. Craig came home early from work too, and I got home and he told me boxing was canceled too, so I have had a whole prevening and evening to play games and screw around on the internet. I really intended to knit, but somehow that didn’t happen.
I can’t tell you how often I see things on Tumblr (or facebook, or G+) that would be really powerful if only the person writing them realized that they weren’t writing a text message. Seriously, some spelling, some punctuation, understanding what a bullet point is and how to use them, even a vague understanding of what a paragraph is, is that so much to ask? I start reading and before long I give up trying to parse it together into something that actually makes sense and move on. It makes me sad for the future of many important causes as well as self expression.
While we collect alcohol and often drink, we are vary rarely drunk (now that we are responsible adults and not college students). We are both really happy drunks though, and we have quite a lot of harmless and mostly clean fun when we are drunk.
So, I’ve been gone from tumblr for a while, so this is new to me: The predictive text in the tags is seriously making me want to punch someone. It is NOT EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE. I really want to type the word I’m typing, stop replacing it with shit that doesn’t even have any of the same letters! The closest one I’ve had so far is #fair isle knitting replaced with #epic fail. At least some of the letters are the same I guess…
Okay, I’ll end that rant now.
Craig is making the second pitcher of margaritas of the day. He announces: I suck at math when I’m drunk.
This is true. Although, I have to say, we can do fractions drunk better than many of my students can do them sober and with a calculator…
Today’s snack-a-thon started with stuffed potato skins and margaritas (good ones, with contreau).