May 13, 2008

• Mom Nature has menopause. Or bipolar disorder. Or she got broken up with by Father Time. Fairly certain of some universial-weather-problem, but if we could’ve gotten a memo (or TPS report) about it, that would’ve been uber helpful. Blame it on the jet stream, blame it on global warming – whatever you do blame these insane weather changes on, there’s one thing for certain: something or someone hates our guts. Spring for a day, then winter for another. I’m wearing a thick scarf with my heels today; prepared for either/or. Ready to shiver, ready to sweat. Running in the 43 degree (34 degree windchill) atmosphere this morning wasn’t so shabby; it definitely feels cooler now, though, without a cap or sox or 4 miles behind me.

  Now, while I am mainly aiming this pissy dissertation at the weather in southwestern ND, it sounds like the rest of the country could vent the same entry of curiosity. Tornadoes everywhere practically everyday. What’s that about? Again, we torked off some higher power or some gathering of activity up yonder in the clouds. I’d just like to permanently put away, say, boots and scarves and mittens. Maybe by mid-June? “We’ll see.”

  And back to the academic forefront that is my post-semester-mini-depression of going from BUSY BEE to nothing… I decided to design an odd-looking to-do list in order to spice up the goings-on of the next few weeks. I highly doubt that’ll help, but it was procrastination of the mental sort. The first item: adding more “Check It Out” pages to the online 120 summer shell in order to display funny/controversial cartoons/billboards/images I’ve collected. Why not make the world of online classes a better place? Especially since the weather ain’t pulling its end of the bargain lately, right? Right.

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