i have sent out the information, potential employers, you need only call me and i am all about coming to work for you.

even if only for the fact that it will give me something to do during the day other than sleep.

on the mothertruckin' real.

in other news, that abba song still insists on torturing me.

in still other news, lauren showed me how to play sims and i am fighting off addiction as best i can. i built the most awesome house, though.

i have one thing to say: two, TWO!, teleporters.

that's right.

i sure hope no one ever makes me decide between david bowie and the velvet underground/lou reed.

i'd be like one of my old students when i would be student teaching ethics and i would pull the very dirty trick of posing the following scenario when having them work out what kind of moral theory they found themselves aligned with:

suppose you are stuck in some village or something that has been over-run by an evil dictator. and suppose once you find yourself there, the evil dictator pulls you aside, showing you ten villagers which were chosen at random. he then hands you a pistol and tells you you must kill one of the villagers, all presumably innocent, or he will kill the whole lot of them.

well keanu reeves, WHAT DO YOU DO?!

obviously you couldn't say something squirrely like "i'd shoot the dictator" or something, you had to make a decision. the important part wasn't even the decision, but why you thought it was the right decision.

i know it's real basic, and i know that most ethical issues are much more involved and complicated, but it got people talking, that's for sure.

and pissed, too.

if i had to choose between david bowie and the velvet underground, i'd be just as pissed, man.

oh sweet christ! i just found a whole treasure trove of deee-lite songs on this mp3 player!