Jackson Pollock (just move your mouse around the screen)
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Mr. Picassohead

An apology from Microsoft for some swastikas that ended up in their Bookshelf Symbol font package.

This is one of the things that sets "hockey people" apart from other sports (and their fans). It would be so easy for the Detroit Red Wings organization and their fans to have forgotten Vladimir Konstantinov by now (five years after that horrible limo accident that nearly killed him, Slava Fetisov and Wings trainer Sergei Mnatsakanov). But he continues to be part of the family, not shunted off to some care facility or shut in at home, but as much a part of the Red Wings organization as he can be. It would be so much easier on the player known as "Vlad the Impaler" to simply stay home and let his care staff take care of him. But he gets up and gives it another go every day.

For that, I have a hell of a lot of respect for the Detroit Red Wings. And Vlad is an even bigger hero to me these days.

Well, not so much homework now. I've got three finals next week (Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday). I'll likely spend the afternoon organising the Geography notes, condensing the thick wad down into what my instructor is covering on her "hints" sheet. And I'll pick out one of the essay questions from the sheet and write a practice answer.

Anthropology, I'm not so sure about. While the subject matter was interesting, my style of learning just wasn't compatible with the instructor's style. So, unfortunately, that class pretty much sucked dry my will to live. At any rate, I'll spend most of tomorrow organising the key terms from every chapter and going over concepts that I feel rocky on.

As for algebra...astonishingly enough, I'm getting an A in that class thus far. There are a couple of areas that I'm still fairly wobbly on (story problems), so I'll spend a lot of time on those areas next week. That final isn't until Friday, so I'll have almost all day Wednesday (the Anthro final is 8-10am) and all of Thursday to deal with that.

And then I'm done for the term. AhhhhhhWOOOOOOoooooooo!

It's an interesting challenge, trying to get anything done on the computer when you have a furkid insisting on his "mommy-and-me" time. Simon just came in...and told me a lot of information in kitty-speak (which I only partially grok). Then he tried to contribute to this blog (I think he's going to want his own blog...goodness knows what he gets up to on the computer when I'm at school). Then he started purring and rolled over for a tummy rub (and he knows I can't resist that tummy!). Then he stretched himself out across my shoulders and whapped me in the head with his tail. Repeatedly.

At last, he's given up on getting my attention and is having a bath on the cushion next to me. At least I can get some work done while he's otherwise occupied.

See, this is the danger of me setting up a blog...I'll just talk about Simon and Billie even more!

Yeah, I bit the bullet...this should do for now. I hope!