What's the frequency, Kenneth?

Well, Dan Rather didn't know, and I sure don't either. Sorta the theme for the week; people beating me over the head, while demanding to know incomprehensible things.

Right. And that's the end of my attempt towards a meaningful metaphor towards life for the evening. Everyone should really just go read some of Piet Hien's Grooks instead. Some samples:

OUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT

We must expect posterity
to view with some asperity
 the marvels and the wonders
   we're passing on to it;
but it should change its attitude
to one of heartfelt gratitude
 when thinking of the blunders
   we didn't quite commit.


OUT OF TIME
A holiday thought.

My old clock used to tell the time
  and subdivide diurnity;
but now it's lost both hands and chime
  and only tells eternity.

Nice, quick, pithy little things, with a lot of fun rhyming. Me gusta.

I made a grilled cheese sandwich for late dinner this evening. Burned both sides, but it was scrummy anyway.Lots of hot, melty cheese. I'm a fan. With a cold glass of milk. *Sighs happily*

Washed towels today, which was good; we've been out of clean kitchen rags for about a week. But now, clean ones. So that's nice.

Physics lab tomorrow, along with bible class and then aerobics. Our lab is going to be on projectile motion, so that'll be interesting. *Pictures 20 college kids flinging stuff around, in the name of projectile science* Which is not quite like trying this type of science, but will be intriguing anyway.

And that's all from me. Going to go lapse into unconsciousness now. Mmm, sleep...