Either I should still be working really hard right now, or I have already completed enough work to finish my finals in a somewhat leisurely fashion. I don’t know which. The thing is, we were supposed to have one more data processing homework, in lieu of a final; the prof ended class last week with a promise to send it out “probably tomorrow.” I’m not the only one who hasn’t gotten any email from him yet… so if the world works as it should, the set will disappear. On the other hand, the world doesn’t always work as it should.
Clearly, the correct thing to do is blog and play NetHack. And while I’m blogging, I feel compelled to address this thing about how Trent Lott is a big fat racist. There’s been an astonishing lack of flack from the usual flack-flinging media heads (or so people claim; the usual flack-flinging media heads are quite different from the ones who appear in my textbooks), and I think it’s because everyone is still living in fantasyland: we are far too advanced for a big fat racist to be elected to a leadership position the U.S. Senate, aren’t we? He must have just eaten too much birthday cake, and his strong feelings about welfare reform and the Great Society got the better of him.
And that party featured a troupe of singing, dancing, flying pigs. But hey, if flying pigs allow us to think nice thoughts about the state of Mississippi, why not?