Friday, October 29, 2010

I got nothing.

I've been ignoring the news--too depressing. Other than that, all I've got are the standard complaints.

The floor is yours.

Friday, October 22, 2010


The last stages of carrying my daughter are not fun. The constant, nagging aches, lingering nausea, and inability to sleep can fuck right off. So can the fear that she won't be any more patient than her brother, and decide to come early enough to not be able to come home when I do. So can work stress.

On top of all of that, my university is trying to take class autonomy away from online professors. They're saying that they want to make the online classes more uniform, and that all we have to do is come up with a department wide syllabus, a schedule of what we want to teach, and send it and any handouts to them, and they'll design the course for us.

That may be all well and good for new profs that have never taught online before, but I have. I've been teaching online for two years, and my department head says I'm the department's best online teacher (I tend to revise and rework what doesn't work for the students on a weekly basis). I do not need someone taking my class away from me because others won't bother to fix what's wrong with their course.

So, my last FFO is this: glorified technology administrators that have delusions of adequacy and feel the need to prove that they're more than glorified technology administrators can definitely fuck off. Hell, I'll even help them pull their heads out of their asses so that they can.

I don't need this shit. If that goes through, I may not be teaching next fall. Which will suck in many, many ways--beyond losing the money, I'll be losing the a job that I truly love doing.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Bureaucratic BS

I've been notified that I have to log into my university account and enter midterm grades. This, regardless of the fact that my students can log onto their distance learning account in the class platform and look at their grades. They know approximately what their grades are. The university really doesn't need to know, and indeed, I'm not sure that doesn't violate the privacy laws in my state.

Bureaucratic bs that serves no purpose but making more work for those who actually, you know, do the actual work in whatever company, university, or organization, can fuck right the fuck off.

Getting behind in grading can also fuck off.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Not much this week.

Beyond the fact that the imp has started suddenly refusing to eat anything but Cream 'o Wheat, yogurt, apple sauce, or french fries, it's been a pretty good week. At least, it has for me.

Have at it.

Friday, October 1, 2010


Caught cold. Lost track of days.

This guy can fuck off. With a shattered baseball bat.