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July 28, 2005
No Sign of Relief
The week is progressing relatively smoothly. As I refer back to my original list of things that needed to be done, I am batting about .500.
Of course, I also realized that I left off at least one very, very crucial task: finishing the edits of my thesis. Yes, dear readers, it's finally time to wrap up my second Master's degree for good. Or bad, as the case may be. So far, I'm not finding the additional degree to be much help in bringing me fame, fortune, or a full-time job.
On the other hand, I finished researching THPON--now all that's left is to write up the summary of social and environmental issues. It shouldn't take too long, I just couldn't bear to deal with it any more today. So tomorrow, hopefully before my meeting at work (to discuss the NEXT project), I can complete this behemouth of a company.
Embarrassing moment of the day: My mom, Janie, and I went to see March of the Penguins at the movie theatre. I believe my disdain for birds is well-documented on this blog, but let me repeat: I HATE THEM. Having said that, I readily acknowledge that penguins are the least evil of all birds, and even have rather adorable moments (in which they lull humanity into a false sense of security). Anyway, the movie was very cute, with amazing cinematography and cool information. However, the most memorable scene is the courtship scene. You know, where the penguins--having chosen their mates for the season--engage in the physical manifestation of their love. When they, ahem, procreate. I am shocked to say it, but the scene was actually quite erotic! Something about the way they looked into each other's eyes, with the music playing in the background. Who knew penguin sex could be so hot?
Or perhaps this is a sign that it's been too long since I, um, personally engaged in the physical manifestation of love.
Comments
Posted by: gizmo guy at July 29, 2005 08:56 PM
and check out those penguin males! huddling for months without food in Antarctic blizzards, keeping the eggs warm, while the females go to swim and eat.
Posted by: propelling at August 1, 2005 03:32 PM
