I just finished my last paper of my college career - one of a grueling series of three, totaling about 50-60 pages, not including bibliographies, appendixes (add about fifteen more pages there) and citations. The three final papers I wrote really did feel like a culmination of everything that I've learned; I had to draw upon different facts I've internalized from the tens of thousands of pages I've read, critique and support my own arguments and those of other people, arrange everything in a logical order for maximum effect, present them in person and attempt to convince my peers of my genius, and let's be honest here - tweak and fluff everything to suit certain professorial preferences. That's very important.
It was the oddest feeling in the world, closing down my twenty Firefox tabs full of journal articles and assorted websites and knowing that I'd never have to refer to them again in the foreseeable future. The truth is, I've found a genuine interest in my focus of study, and I've for the most part been happy just sitting in my room, surrounded by books, and typing out papers. It's been peaceful living by myself, with few possessions to call my own save for books and my laptop and my sheets and meager wardrobe. I'm a hermit at heart, and always have been. I suppose I take after my father that way.
I don't know what I'll be doing a few weeks from now. The uncertainty is scary; it reminds me of the desperation I faced on many days when I was running around the world two years ago (regardless of all the priceless things I earned in the process). I'd like a job which draws upon at least part my accumulated knowledge and the analytical skills I've learned. But, with the papers reporting the steadily rising unemployment rates in the nation - it might reach ten percent soon, they say - I don't know if I'll be able to find a job at all, let alone one related to my degree. We'll see.
Also, thank you, trusty Lenovo Thinkpad, for supporting me for all these years. I've used you, abused you, barely turned you off for two years and forced you to 25-man raids, armed with only your Integrated Graphics Chipset - I am forever grateful that you have yet to melt into a puddle of steaming plastic and fumes. *hugs his laptop* <- geek
His latest interview with the guy from the Defense of Democracy institution thing was not an interview at all, but a platform for him to deliver his sermon. I agree with Stewart on most things, but I wanted an interview. I wanted to see the other guy's viewpoint as well as John Stewart's, fake news show or no. I'm honestly disappointed that the editors even decided to call it a 'lively debate', because it was only lively and little else.
Holy fucking crap. Watch this now. Doubly so if you're interested in WoW. This guy has great visual and directing talent, I wonder what he does for a living?
If you don't believe me, I'll also note that this video has a full five stars on Youtube. YOUTUBE. :O
Commercials are supposed to inform us of what the product is and convince us that we want it. Failing either of those, they're at least supposed to entertain us so the brand sticks in our heads. After having seen the new, shiny Gatorade commercial a few times, I've come to realize why it leaves me with a quiet urge to take a stick to the writers' heads: it's slick, very slick, but it does none of the above and presumes all three in enormously condescending fashion. The commercial assumes that we want to know what 'G' is. The problem is, I doubt we really care. Yeah, I finally looked it up, but it was more in the 'who the HELL am I going to throw my flaming fist of fury at' sort of way.
Yeah, I know. It's just a commercial. But it irritates me that someone approved such a piece of crap - or more specifically, that these Gatorade fatheads assumed their audience (which includes me) could be so easily manipulated. I've never really been a fan of candied water, but now they're never getting a cent out of my pocket. So there!
