aargh, and likewise pshaw.

Episodes in the Annals of my Cherished Institution, #oh god I don't know, millyuns. At 5.30pm yesterday I receive an e-mail autoforwarded from my campus account, informing me that someone in the faculty has seen fit to make an appointment on my behalf for 9am this morning with some poor, wandering person in search of curriculum advice, and their mother. (Curriculum-advice-searching mothers are a terrifying breed: someone capable of micro-managing an 18-year-old to that extent tends to have tremendous force of personality. And why is it never fathers? To weird).

I'm not on campus on a Wednesday. Annoyed, I reply to say that I am not available. This morning I log in at about 9.30 am to discover that my Cherished Institution's e-mail system is having a wiggins about some spam threat, and is randomly bouncing about a third of incoming mail, including mine to the faculty appointment-making person. Three seconds later, my cellphone rings: a plaintive call from wandering person's mother wanting to know where the hell I am.

I dunno, call me old-fashioned, but I think it's a tad rude to make an appointment on behalf of someone else at less than 24 hrs notice. Particularly since the upshot is to annoy everyone concerned but the actual appointment-maker. Also, it tends to plug straight into my self-pitying paranoia about how the Cherished Institution takes its non-permanent staff for granted.

However! On the further aargh! and pshaw! front, I am alarmed to note that, at last count, 55.6% of witterers judge me a poor, sad creature unable to overcome my perverse attachment to the Bunny. A further 33.3% callously wish to see me drop an anvil on my foot. On the upside, everyone actually knows what an anvil is. (That was a local SCA in-joke, btw. Move along, nothing to see here). I still don't know what I'm going to do with the damned thing. I may roll a d6 to randomly decide between librsa, starmadeshadow and sadistic crushing death. wolverine_nun is just lucky she's submitted, is all I can say.

I AM IN UR DIZNEY CHAPTER, DISSING UR FILMZ

*faint squeak* The pile of Disney and pop culture criticism on the corner of my desk just fell on me, losing my place in about five vital volumes, and showering me with bits of chocolate, biscuit crumbs and discarded bunny accessories. Brisk badinage with various witterers throughout the day notwithstanding, I have so been working today. Nearly there, last five or six pages. It's all much less frothing now, tending to invoke extremist monolithic thought only to haphazardly embroil it in as much whirling postmodern debate as I think I can get away with. It's kinda fun. Also, I badly need to watch Shrek the Third and Happily N'Ever After in order to be truly authoritative, and how often does one get to express that kind of need and call it work?

Obligatory Random Linkery: Henry Jenkins really liked Pirates 3!. He's actually very convincing.

Wordlustitude not only defines wonderful pop-culturalish words, they make up citations for them. My current favourite fake citation is for "vampirey-succubusy": "My last girlfriend was a bit too vampirey-succubusy for my taste. Now I'm looking to date a smurf."

Bunny Threat Level: Actually, narrowly, in the red. Red, I say!