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Day of Silence.
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A must read.
A riveting article on Slate about the motives behind the Columbine killings–the head shrinks aren’t just chalking the killers’ motives up to a “we’ll never know”, apparently. As a sidenote, Robert Hare’s Without Conscience book sounds interesting; I would be curious as to whether the psychologists/etc. are reaching for closure, or if Harris really is as open-shut a case as the article makes it seem. (Link courtesy of Mark.)
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Moving towards integration–a done list and a to-do list.
I want my operating systems to like one another. I want my Thunderbirds to be just as sexy and useful in Windows as in Linux. No mismatched signatures, profiles, accounts, or preferences. I want Trillian to be chirpy, sleek, and transparent. I want CenterICQ to be silent, simple, and easy to ignore. I want XP’s bootloader to manage the operating systems and LILO to manage my kernels. I don’t want to be pissed when I have to boot into Windows to do Thorn work, fit an equation to a trendline in Excel, catch a glimpse of a layout in Internet Explorer, or do work on SQL Server. I don’t want…
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A perfect end to a good week.
Tonight, I learned how to swing dance. Now imagine an overweight, graceless, off-balance, embarrassed, giggly young woman attempting to swing dance, and you’ll have my last couple of hours. It was fuggin’ great. Mae and I went, so we won’t have to just stand around and bop like idiots at the formal my floor is throwing at the end of the month. Instead, we can awkwardly swing dance like idiots. We went together, planning to dance together, with Mae learning the leading parts, and me doing the twirling, but, as is par at Rose, there would have been a surplus of males, had Mae and I teamed up. Exactly two…
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All about the Guide
The Thorn has a sex book. Guide to Getting It On (Fourth Ed.) was sent to the office (with Luke’s name all over it) by the publisher for us to review. It’s an eight hundred page tome, complete with illustrations, punny chapter names, and a ridiculous amount of humor, intentional and otherwise. Just this week, I have probably gone through a good third of it (at least). My stomach muscles are killing me from laughing so hard. The book is completely informal, using slang all over the place, yet is not the slightest bit crude or crass. It includes complete and scientific anatomical descriptions, and the ideas presented in the…