pronunciation

How the hell do you say the word "oeuvre"? I've read it a hundred times, but I've never heard anyone actually say it. The audio help on dictionary.com doesn't really help much; I need to hear it in context.

Do I have to explain what's wrong with this?

Seriously. I mean, apart from the disgusting appropriation of what was once an arguably decent song (and the completely non-sequitur G'n'R insert—wtf mate?), this is a performance on the Today show. At like, ten in the morning. Look at all those kids in the audience—and then you've got Fergie, groping herself onstage, practically humping the guitarist's leg, and crawling around panting. I—it—just, why?

bike!

I went on a bike ride yesterday. According to Google Maps, I went about nine miles. It was lovely. Next time, perhaps I shall go ten.

omg hicks!

Srsly kids, is there any reason to maintain hope for humanity?



On a slightly brighter note, at least John McCain apparently has realized that global warming is bad and has a plan for fighting it, albeit a decidedly stupid one.

inadvertent eavesdropping

I often wonder if the people who seem to be arguing every other night on the sidewalk outside Exec Tompkins (is it just one couple, or are there many? I don't know.) realize that I can hear everything they're saying. I mean, it makes it pretty easy when they yell, but I can hear when they're just talking, too. My window's right there. And it's not like I'm being creepy and trying to listen—the light's on, so if they thought about it, they'd have to realize there's probably someone in here. And yet I can hear them, even over the noise of my fan and the trains and my roommate's gentle snores.

I really wish they'd shut up.

minor successes

I have little of interest to report; however, I must gloat a bit, because I got back both my midterms yesterday, and I got an 'A' on one and 100% on the other—w00t w00t!

I am tentatively hopeful for the rest of the term.

entirely inappropriate

...and yet so amusing.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious porn-site of "hot chicks galore",
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "404."