Traumatized

So I decided to order a CD a friend recommended to me awhile back - the eponymous album by Year Long Disaster. I had a gift card; I made it happen.

"It's got a Zeppelin feel," he said, "without sounding like a Zep cover band who decided to try writing a tune or two of their own."

How could I not try it? Especially when the term's sprinting to a close, and I'm finding myself confused on a almost daily basis about how many classes are left and what's due, etc. Clearly, I need some sort of reward for making it through almost a full year at the new job.

And today, the package arrived with not one but two copies of this.

The....horror....

Then again, maybe it was the Devil's Music

Stopped into the office on MLK day to review applicants for our position - and as a side note, one great thing about my department is that when we met to discuss our initial reviews, everyone listed something related to diversity as one of their primary criteria in reviewing these applicants - plugged my MP3 player in, and a giant bolt of static electricity rose up out of the cheap carpeting and fried it.

Maybe I shouldn't have tangled with someone from religious studies.