It is my solemn vow

I apologize for my silence in recent months. I assure you that my quest for love, happiness, and data has not stopped. In fact, I had a major breakthrough this very day!

You see, I was walking across campus this afternoon, innocently minding my own business, when I heard a voice upon the wind.

"Blogless," it said.

"What?" I said in confusion, wondering if the voices had come back.

"Blogless," it cried again.

"Go away and leave me alone!" I cried back piteously. Around me, people began looking at me askance, and my walking companion began edging away from me in an attempt to disassociate himself from the madness, as if it weren't already too late for him.

Once more, the voice floated to me on the breeze. "Blogless!"

"OH WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" I cried, falling on my knees in the middle of Shaw Lane.

But the voice was silent, and I cannot help but think I missed a golden opportunity. "Next time," I told myself, pulling myself up. "Next time," I said, and began running from the police, who had pulled up next to me, sirens blaring.

Next time? I'm wearing headphones.

And I thought I had it bad

I think I need to change my Ph.D. to Horribleness.

Also, viewers be aware: this piece of, er, uhm, horribleness? will only be up until Sunday.

It's like this shirt was made for me.

You know, I always knew there was a reason that Carl and Katie were BFF. This research proves that together they can have love, happiness, AND data!

My New Philosophy

Lately, as I have been teaching some of my KBS cohorts how to play various games like Doppelkopf, St. Petersburg, and, of course, my personal favorite, called "Love, Happiness, and Data" (first one to get all three in real life wins), I have been contemplating my strategies, for I, of course, am always looking to improve myself and enhance my experience as a student of life. Finally, as I was doing my holy rites one evening, as if placed there by the blessed saint himself, I realized that I must simply ask myself one question: What would Carl Do?

It is the most excellent of strategies! Why, I could even market this slogan, though I would likely have to abbreviate it to something memorable, like "WWCD?" I can see it now: myriads upon myriads of people wearing, say, little blue woven bracelets with this philosophy blazoned upon them--a constant reminder of the futility of life and the agony of defeat. Perhaps, with the fortune and fame gained by the creation and excellent marketing strategy of such wonderful items, I myself would be the victor of "Love, Happiness, and Data!"...though I fear I would have to forgo my graduate studies in this pursuit. Hmm, I wonder what Carl would do in this situation?