Emily and Even came to towna t about 2:00am this morning. I stayed up and talked to them before fixing the spell check and then sleeping till noon. After that I went with (e:mike) to Canisius so that I could drop off a copy of my exam and pick up the last of the student work to grade.

Evan bought (e:terry) this great video game where you are some sort of magnetic ball called a Katamari and you collect everything in site for the king of the universe. it's pretty fun to watch. I would have loved to be the modeler for this game. Everything is so low polygon and cute.



Tonight, I am heading over to (e:soyeon) 's with (e:terry) and sang for some tasty Korean food and to discuss the poster. Does anyone have access to a print shop for the posters/postcards when they are done?

I am spending the day grading all those late assignments that people should have handed in months ago. Nothing makes me angrier then when they are late and I have to search for them. Especially seeing as the class has it's own journal site, where all the assignments should be posted. So what do you think that means for someone who posted last in late September.

If you are a student and reading this, especially if you are my student, note that when teachers have tons of late work to grade, they get angry and unhappy. Angry and unhappy grading makes for bad grades.

Here is the formula:
Late assignments = angry bad grades.

The worst case ever was this student of mine named Megan who waited until 7AM the day grades were due at 9AM. I would never let that happen now. I used to be a pushover for late assignments. Next semester I will accept none. One day late = 0.

I can't even tell you what a dramatic day this was for me and (e:twisted) on the site. Everything is good now. My title is intentially cryptic as a little joke between us. We spent the day hunting down all the "illegal" characters that had to be "stripped". Sounds exotic and really naughty, but trust me it wasn't as funa s it sounds.

For a while we had to delete the entire site. You may have noticed an hour or so when you couldn't update between 2 and 3am. Those were the most fun times when I realized I had changed the date of about 3000 journal entries to 12/15/04 at 21:38. Thankfully we had a backup.

Without (e:twisted) 's help and (e:terry) 's tasty enchiladas I would have died. I owe you guys.

The saga of having James Leong as our landlord continues. Just when I thought having heat again was becomming a reality, we lose that priviledge as they redo the floors downstairs with more toxic varnish. I am so sick of the sweetly toxic smell. My toothbush tastes like it, our bottled water tastes like it, the apples that were on the table taste like it.

Still no exhaust fan. Today the workers actually did the floor just before they left at 5 with the windows mostly shut. I opened the windows downstairs a little.

My mother, the director of Channel 4 Call for Action, just gave him a call requesting we get to stay in a hotel tonight. He is sending the foreman down to check out the situation.

I wish the rapture would just happen now and Jim Leong, the landlord, could get judged for his treament of others.

For those of you people that I hate, who live in a warmer climate, this is what it is like being trapped in a fropzen hell. I guess cold does reduce anxiety at least.



The snow was so light and fluffy today that it resembled cotton.