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Things what I don't want stuck in my head for hours on end: the Beach Boys' "California Girls". The sexism is grating my nerves. I don't want grated nerves, I have Oral Communication in forty-five minutes.

Dear assorted people in assorted classes: we're required to make a post and one or more replies to classmates' posts before various due dates that approach rapidly. The replies part is hard to accomplish when hardly anybody has posted anything. Get on that.

Dear teacher of the class I missed Thursday evening: I emailed you Thursday afternoon to tell you I'd miss class and could you please tell me what I'd be missing. It is Tuesday. Where is your reply?

Dear popup blocker that blocks the streaming radio popup but not the ad popup: Fail.

Hey, shiny, looks like the school's planning an art exhibition in the nearish future and jewelry probably counts as art. Sign's short on details, but have emailed the person mentioned on the sign to ask for same.

Cold. Rain. Slush. Blah.

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Watched the US Being Human. All About The Manpain. Didn't even meet our leading lady until fifteen minutes in. Also, white boy, it is not all about you. And Bechdel ): (I've thought up a way to indicate Bechdel pass/fail: (: for two women talk to each other about not-a-man, |: for two women talk to each other about a man, ): for two women exist, D: for no more than one woman exists). But it is, like the Winchesters, strangely attractive manpain. (And like the Salvatores, but for this exercise attractive Salvatore manpain is overshadowed by Elena and Bonnie and Caroline being awesome.) I might come back next week.

so guess who's officially part of the media?

Being Human "There Goes The Neighborhood, Part I" Recap/Review Hosted by Affairs Magazine