In spite of myself

Been getting the grades I need, though not quite so high as I might hope, despite my stupid, stupid attraction to GameFAQs and the like when I should be hacking out a paper or studying for a test. Right now, I've got a 3.9 in American Philosophy, a 3.6 in Environmental Ethics, and a who-gives-a-fuck in Drama. If I get on the Dean's list this quarter, I'll be totally off academic probation, eligible for federal aid, a major, graduation, and all that. If I don't hit a 3.5, I'll be one quarter or one belated hardship withdrawal away from the accomplishment. Either way, it won't be long 'til I've clawed my way out of this mess and on to graduation.

After spring quarter, I should be more or less free to go hang myself by accruing massive debt to the federal government so I can either go become a teacher or a philosopher with some post-graduate work. Hoorah.

I wonder what the deal is with the GREs?

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God as depicted throughout the ages. No Alanis Morissette, and, no, that isn't ironic.

An introduction to a book that doesn't exist:

Prose and verse are generally accepted as distinct writing formats with their own rules, styles, and grammars. Though their borders are somewhat vague, they have come to be seen as something of a dichotomy in the eyes of the general public. There are, however, at least 3 other popular approaches to writing as exhibited in picture-books, comicbooks, and plays. Though sometimes given short shrift, these styles are accepted as literature. They are included in libraries, book stores, and academic study. Most importantly, they are read. In the general case, there is clearly writing being done in the creation of any one of these. But what of the wordless comic or silent play? Should we consider scripts written, but fully realized plays, comics, and picture-books, to be performance, art, or some other kind of non-literature? These worries of theory are kinks to be worked out, surely, but they are not of immediate practical concern to the writer...

My room is a mess, my painting unfinished.

...and I still haven't found a good alternative to my scanner with its missing power-cord. Almost finished with this painting, though. I just need to put in a bus seat in front of and behind the passenger. Incidentally, the Seattle Metro buses have the ugliest upholstery I can remember seeing, and I spent five years working at a used furniture store.

Pointless Man

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