Jobs and Such

I wasn't entirely excited about this Ravelry business when it first started, so I was a little late queue-ing up for it. I'm not so sure I'm too excited now, since it's probably just going to be another message board I futz around with for a while until I get bored, but hey, might as well get all the futzing out of my system while I'm in college and have few friends and even less stuff to do when not doing homework (or work work...but I can futz around during my boss's lunch break. YOU try reading ONLY Joel Chandler Harris books for five hours and see how thrilled YOU are. Then render everything in small-caps! NOBODY KNOWS MY PAIN).

At any rate, I should probably be on Ravelry in the next two days, and definitely by the end of the week! I'm vaguely excited about joining an "exclusive" club, since it's free (unlike that sorority I almost joined by accident--my roommate is the president and therefore I've attended the required amount of rush events by virtue of the fact that I live where they were held! If this were the only prerequisite, my girlfriend could also join, since she was here for all those events too. I'm just too lazy to go to chapter meetings, and too cheap to pay to join a club I won't go to; as for my girlfriend, well, she DOESN'T GO HERE!).

My Ruffled Surplice makes me cry, my Camisa keeps unraveling of its own accord, and I've started that ubiquitious top-down raglan, which I have merged with the Boatneck Bluebell to create some sort of unholy monster (although you shouldn't quote me on that, since all I have is 3/4 inch of a neckline so far). I'm really paranoid about my FOs being depressing, and may go back to just making hats. There's always someone with a smaller head than mine (there's 99% of the world of someones, judging by those one-size-fits-everyone-but-me hats out on the market. I have this problem with shirts too. I am a rather bulbous individual).

I don't talk much about my job, because it frankly is not even interesting to me even in a "MY JOB IS BORING" sort of way. Its boringness is not really even very interesting. Joel Chandler Harris is vaguely racist in an ignorant, post-Civil War sort of way (as I imagine many people of the white persuasion were), but not malicious, although his rendering of Southern dialect makes me want to bash my face into the monitor until it explodes (quite a feat, as all the monitors in all the labs are LCD now. I miss those old HARD monitors. I did bash my face into one once, and let me tell you, I never made THAT mistake again).

Maybe I'll get in a procrastinate-y mood later this week and actually talk about what my job IS. Or I'll just ramble in a vaguely stream-of-consciousness fashion, which, after all, is what a blog IS.

And on that note, I will laugh at the idea of James Joyce or Virginia Woolf doing memes. I hate being a freaking English major. I don't like that I find that crap funny, or that I've read the intro to Leaves of Grass twice.