On the road towards the complete obsolescence of Flash? I suppose that's probably too much to ask.

Given all that tripe, I did have a decent day today. I managed to get in an arterial line after three tries. The attending that I'm working with—who has a reputation for making interns cry—thinks that I'm probably no dumber than a box of rocks. (Which, believe me, is a complement.)

The weather really does make me want to crawl back into bed and call it a day. I'll try again tomorrow.

Yes, I agree, it’s a little too facile to connect the stance of eminent intentionality with fascism, but I look at eminent intentionality as the antithesis of deconstruction, the bread and butter of post-modernist and post-colonial literary criticism.

Seriously. The next time something like this happens, I need you to take a brick to my head. I mean it.