Notes

Note to self:
With a two piece bike lock, it's best to try and actually keep the two pieces together, not in two places, one said place being hidden away in a place that I forgot, because said lock is useless with just one of said parts.

Note to customers:
Please stop being bitchy. Yes, the price on your receipt that I just printed off for you is accurate, because it's tallied up by a computer and is exactly the same price that I just told you. Now take your merch and stew somewhere.

Note to NBC:
You have better keep Studio 60 on the air or I'll pull a Dane Cook and start punching infants. (Not really, that's just for shock value)

Note to Carbon Leaf and Snow Patrol:
Why is your music so damn discriptive that it hurts?

Under the Milky Way Tonight

I have classes for next semester. And I didn't have to wait for hours in line either, which was a fantastic surprise. I did have to do the usual running around when I couldn't get into a seminar class that I'd hoped to get into, but I got into an equally interesting one.
Next semester, this is what my course load is looking like:

Math: A Liberal Art
History Seminar: History of Norwich University
American Politics
World Lit II

And with that, I'll have the proper number of credits to graduate on time!

My wrist is still sore. I think that I might have sprained it. It's not broken, as that it didn't swell up like it did last time and it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did when fractured and I have full mobility with it. It's still an annoyance though. (And no, Sarah, the Ninjas need not come and kidnap my bike. It's not out to kill me.)

Not too much else to talk about. A friend gave me some bluegrass covers of Greenday's American Idiot album, which is a very odd combination, but it sounds really good. Galactica's on tonight. Go watch.

Finally! Someone notices!

The New York Times just did their review of The Nine, which starts this week, and included an interesting paragraph:

This year, suspense is the new forensics: instead of grisly crimes that are neatly wrapped up by episode’s end, many of the new dramas stretch the plot through an entire season, holding viewers’ attention by withholding a denouement and ending each episode with a cliffhanger.

Anyone with their eyes open could have told you that - it's nice to see some bigger recognition of this though. TV has gone from standalonish episodes to longer story arcs. LOST is commonly assosiated with this, but it goes further back, to Babylon 5 and to the new Battlestar Galactica. LOST, Smith, Veronica Mars, Battlestar and numerous others are taking this on. It's a good change.

In other random happenings: I found my camera, got my iPod to work, turned into a zombie at work and am now back on my bike. Wee!

Flight

I'm back on my bike, and picking my cast apart, little by little. It's getting irritating, in many ways. Doing simple things around the house is now a chore, such as buttoning up a shirt or zipping my jacket. Cans are problematic, as are keys. And typing! Such a pain now. I'm thinking that I'm going to visit the doctor to get a simple splint, so that I can continue to type.
Random other things have been going on. Picked up a couple of comics after I dropped off my paychecks and paid off part of my credit card bill. Finally, my hours at Waldenbooks will be increasing so that I'll finally be able to pay my bills and roommate. And, finally, Spiderman has come to his senses about what side of the Civil War he's on. FINALLY!

Ow! (Or, when I needed Bicycle repair man the most)

Four weeks into school, riding my bike and I've had my first accident. Nothing serious, but I banged up my knee and palm of my hand. I should go slower around corners where cars might also be coming around. Having to suddenly decrease your turn radius isn't fun, especially with a backback on. I also had the fun pleasure of digging all the crap out of my hand, then finding some bandages.

Of course, my luck would have it that I probably need to replace my rear shifter, as it's no longer working, and I'm not well versed enough in bicycle repair to attempt it myself.

This is a job for Bicycle repair man!

Update: Kudos to Bicycle Express of Northfield, for taking one look at my bike and fixing it and then not charging me. I'll probably go to them when I need to get my bike tuned up for the year.

Stormbreak

I think that the weirdest thing that I saw was at the covered bridges. It's about 5-8 miles to campus, and inbetween my house and Northfield Falls there's a trio of covered bridges. Very nice for the tourists and leaf peepers. This morning as I rode through, there was an entire group of people dressed in really old fashion clothing- bonnets, broad hats, long beards, colorful shirts. I'm not sure if they were an Amish group passing through or something, but it was definently something different. I've also been doing a lot of writing in the past weeks. Poetry mostly, based on things that I've been doing or various mindsets that I've been on. I've taken to carrying the blue notebook with them in it where ever I go, and near my bed at night. I've just been finding something to inspire some writing, and it's really handy to keep close at hand.

Now, U.S. Diplomacy History exam.