Whatever it is...

...that has turned my marginally good children into unreasonable and terribly behaved little beasts can fuck the fuck off.  I'm pretty sure it's allergies, but I don't know what's causing it. 

the dumbing down

On Wednesday, I wrote about the dumbing-down of an economics course.  Yesterday, as a faculty member, I got an email from the same twit in the econ department announcing a dumbing-down of the entire fucking degree.  They've just announced that they have a "new Bachelor of Science in Economics degree that we are beginning in the fall semester.  This is a 30 hour degree that does not require students to complete the Business core, but does require a second major or a minor."  
And yes, that is a direct quote from the email.  
In other words, a student can decide that that business degree is just too hard, but they've always wanted to go into finance, and by golly, it looks like now they can!!!  
I am so unbelievably angry about this that I can't even find the right words.  I don't comprehend why this is happening in the first place--aren't we, as a university, supposed to challenge the students to do as much as they possibly can do?  Aren't we supposed to refuse to cater to the little darlings that need to do more work than they're willing to do?
Why the fuck are we repudiating what we're supposed to be????

I have a list.

• Whatever caused me to have a restless night full of weird dreams, and only drop into good, solid sleep at seven this morning can ftfo.  

• This guy.  This guy can fuck off with the nuclear fission pile of the submarine he destroyed because he was "feeling anxious," "wanted to go home early," and set a fire in a box of oily rags set on a bunk.  Aw, poor widdle fing couldn't handle the pressure of painting!  I'd rather the little fucker spent the next fifteen to twenty years in prison than on welfare.

• Last, but not least, this: how can anyone come in and justify stealing a collection that a 91 year old man spent 80 years amassing?  The guy's gonna live maybe ten years longer--leave him alone, and then go in and confiscate it.  Leave him his least years to enjoy it.  Because I'd bet everything he has was legal to acquire when he acquired it. 

Lots irritating me this week, little energy to tell it to fuck off.

Oh, and one more thing: thinking I had enough coffee for this morning, and finding out I didn't can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

lethargy

I can't really get worked up about anything.  I've tried.

Leland Yee?  Nope.  I may not have known the name, but he was a politician, and the behavior is what I've come to expect.

The fact that I'm not surprised (disgusted, yes, but not surprised) by corruption and hypocrisy on this level in anyone can fuck the fuck off.

sick

I got sick at the beginning of the week--which happens to be Spring Break.  Head cold.  Nasty one.

Wednesday, my head cold moved down to my chest.  Yesterday, I lost my voice.

Today is the last week day of Spring Break.  I step back in front of the class on Tuesday.  And I still don't have my voice.

Being sick on break really sucks.  And it can fuck off.  I've gotten nothing done.

Not feelin' it.

I managed to finish a draft last night, and I'm feeling less than with it this morning, kinda wrung out and out of it.  Have at it: tell the world what's gotten on your tits this past week. 

Cancer.

Okay, it looks like my initial attempt at posting didn't take (didn't even leave a draft), but that's okay.  I've got a better one than just telling myself to fuck off for forgetting that it was Friday.

Cancer.

Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.

One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer.  It's not fair.  She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth.  That was supposed to cut her risk drastically. 

I found out earlier this afternoon. 

The shock has just worn off.