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This piece of shit iBook is barely letting me connect anymore. When I do connect, the cable wiggles out of place with the slightest hint of a breeze. This makes it almost impossible to use this laptop on my lap, and with the limited surface space in this crowded slum of an apartment, this makes Kirsten's flawless PC more and more necessary.

I'm sending this goddamn piece of crap back to Apple to get the Ethernet port replaced once again, as soon as my replacement screen arrives and is installed by the good people at Tekserve.

In happy news, I had a meeting with my Research Design in Anthropology professor to discuss The Dreaded Research Proposal Question. I have been tearing my hair out about this research question for the past week or two, on-blog and off. I'm sorry for all my public moaning and whining, because my question was a rousing success. I know this because I arrived ten minutes late and had to wait an additional 15 minutes to see her, as the guy who was going before me kept going on and on. My meeting took all of five minutes. She's cool, my professor, although overly fond of referring to my potential test subjects as "geeks" and "nerds". But that's okay, because part of my argument will refer to the empowering potential of such designations, as we computer addicts have been joyfully been reclaiming these terms for the past decade or more. Winkety-wink.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:21 PM | shower me with attention