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Jan. 9th, 2003 05:39 pmWell, I have hauled myself, hand over hand, out of the Valley of the Shadow of the Rhinovirus. (And that hand-over-hand is a bitch, let me tell you, when you have to stop and blow your nose every ten seconds.)
Note to self: Self, when you are sick enough that you have only two or three functioning brain cells, it is really not smart to do the I-will-go-into-work-anyway-like-the-martyr-I-am routine, even though--or especially when--the reason you are going in is because there are Very Vital Tasks to be done, because if those V.V.Tasks require more than two or three functioning brain cells--viz. and to wit, the systematic review of two hundred student academic records ("past term and current term and cumulative GPA all above 2.0, good standing; past term above 2.0 but either present term or cum below 2.0, probation; past and present and cum all below 2.0, suspension, unless there were summer courses, in which case if summer GPA above 2.0, probation; and also noncredit math will not count toward cum GPA for suspension purposes but will count toward term GPA for probation purposes")--if these tasks, as I say, require that you possess more functioning intellect than God gave the average celluloid ping-pong ball, then trying to do them when do you not in fact have such level of functioning intellect means you will make an unholy hash of things that will require the next two days to unsnarl. While blowing your nose every ten seconds. (And giggling dorkishly about "cum." Heh heh heh.)
Turning to other matters, one of many reasons I am grateful that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elynross is in fandom is that I can usually just point to her analysis of some current flap and mumble, "Yeah, what she said." As, for example, with the whole feedback brouhaha. To her reflections I can only add that, on the grand cosmic scale of things, how people choose individually to handle feedback--either the sending of or the responding to it--ranks pretty low on the scale of things that perturb, outrage, or interest me. (I'm far more perturbed by the fact that so far I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to traduce eliade into writing me some long long lovely due South fiction. Blast and damnation.)
Off now to blow my nose, swill more cough syrup, and watch The Dark Age on fX, one of the very few Buffy episodes that, by gross mischance, I haven't yet seen. Giles! Giles's Evil Past! Yay!!!!
Note to self: Self, when you are sick enough that you have only two or three functioning brain cells, it is really not smart to do the I-will-go-into-work-anyway-like-the-martyr-I-am routine, even though--or especially when--the reason you are going in is because there are Very Vital Tasks to be done, because if those V.V.Tasks require more than two or three functioning brain cells--viz. and to wit, the systematic review of two hundred student academic records ("past term and current term and cumulative GPA all above 2.0, good standing; past term above 2.0 but either present term or cum below 2.0, probation; past and present and cum all below 2.0, suspension, unless there were summer courses, in which case if summer GPA above 2.0, probation; and also noncredit math will not count toward cum GPA for suspension purposes but will count toward term GPA for probation purposes")--if these tasks, as I say, require that you possess more functioning intellect than God gave the average celluloid ping-pong ball, then trying to do them when do you not in fact have such level of functioning intellect means you will make an unholy hash of things that will require the next two days to unsnarl. While blowing your nose every ten seconds. (And giggling dorkishly about "cum." Heh heh heh.)
Turning to other matters, one of many reasons I am grateful that
elynross is in fandom is that I can usually just point to her analysis of some current flap and mumble, "Yeah, what she said." As, for example, with the whole feedback brouhaha. To her reflections I can only add that, on the grand cosmic scale of things, how people choose individually to handle feedback--either the sending of or the responding to it--ranks pretty low on the scale of things that perturb, outrage, or interest me. (I'm far more perturbed by the fact that so far I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to traduce eliade into writing me some long long lovely due South fiction. Blast and damnation.)Off now to blow my nose, swill more cough syrup, and watch The Dark Age on fX, one of the very few Buffy episodes that, by gross mischance, I haven't yet seen. Giles! Giles's Evil Past! Yay!!!!