This is a very good movie.
If you like a good WW2 adult drama, as I do, you should see it. It’s good.
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This is a very good movie.
If you like a good WW2 adult drama, as I do, you should see it. It’s good.
After more than a month of being informed of my promotion from associate to full professor (still non-tenured but that’s okay), I was finally informed of the pay bump that said promotion came with.
I was well aware of the average salary at my (specialty business) college for non-tenured full professors of practice, and was expecting an increase that would bring me close to that average. I was hoping that it might even be a tad more than said average, but wasn’t gonna sweat it too much if it was close to that number on either side. The pay increase between associate and full at my school is significant, and I knew I’d be pleased with whatever number came back at me, as long as it was fair and was in accordance with what others in that position at my school earned. Honestly, I just want to be paid as much as the white dudes doing the same job. That has been a bit of an issue in the past.
The increase turned out to be (way) more than I expected, about 6% more than the average, and (I think) more than (I think) most of the (white) dudes with the same job title.
I am happy. Today is a good day.
For weeks and weeks: I’M GOING ON VACATION! DON’T NOBODY EVEN THINK ABOUT INVITING ME TO MEETINGS FOR THE NEXT FIVE WEEKS!!! I REALLY REALLY MEAN IT! I WON’T BE DOING SHIT FOR YOU!
Employer University: Hey can you come to this meeting and then some more meetings in June?
Me: WHAT? FUCK NO! DID I STUTTER? I SAID NO FUCKING MEETINGS! I’M ON VACATION FUCKERS! FUCK YOUUUUUUU!
E.U.: Since this is summer we will pay you extra money for every meeting you attend.
Me:
Watching this Eddie Murphy AFI Life Achievement Award show is reminding g me that I need to rewatch two movies that got absolutely panned by (white) critics back in the day, but which I always really liked - mainly because they were hilarious, but also because they were some of the first movies I watched that had pretty much all-black casts - Harlem Nights, and Boomerang.
Harlem Nights, especially. That movie had me dyin’ back in the day.
I had a long and detailed dream sequence revolving around me winning a $590 million Powerball jackpot - everything from realizing I’d won it, to letting that information sink in, to deciding who to tell and not to tell, to figuring out which legal and financial experts I could employ to help me manage it all - that lasted my entire night…and I can only remember three of the six numbers on the damn winning ticket.
“You know, you really are the best Dad”
My first born, who is three weeks shy of 19, just said this to me - quite casually, while I was having my coffee.
When asked ‘what prompted that?’, she replied “I dunno - I just think you’re, like really awesome.” And then she just went about her morning activities.
So I’m thinking I might as well just go to bed and call it a day, because nothing’s gonna top that today.
Ten More, Just Because
This movie is delightful and very, very good, and you should go see it.
The plot: Hugh Jackman is a shepherd who reads murder mysteries to his sheep, and when he gets murdered, the sheep set out to find his killer and solve the crime.
And if that storyline doesn’t immediately have you thinking ‘Damn, now I gotta see that movie because that is all kinds of awesome’, then I don’t know if we can hang out.
It’s cute, entertaining, very well done, has Emma Thompson and Julia Louis-Dreyfus (a certified comedic genius), and is actually a very good classic murder mystery. But with sheep.
Sheep! Who solve crimes! How could you *not* want to see this opus???
I love getting older. I’m hotter, more confident, more intelligent. Ageism is a dirty trap. Don’t get caught in it.
I really, really want a fried chicken sandwich right now, but *all* the places where I could get a good fried chicken sandwich are 20-25 drive from me because my town doesn’t have any fast food chains in it* and I don’t think a fast food fried chicken sandwich is worth. 50minute round trip to go drive to get so you see my predicament
*unless you count Dunkin Donuts as a fast food chain because we got four of those fuckers here because New England
Here, thanks to and courtesy of @thulium , who hath tagged me in this most wonderful of memes, are 10 of my favorite movies, in gif form:
I tag @tacosaysroar @akamuffintop @redsimple @ropeandcoffee and @pelicanhypeman
The local 1800GOTJUNK guys coming for my old sofa and some other stuff just called me to verify my address, to say that they’d be there in half an hour, and to ask if I wanted anything from Dunkin Donuts as they were making a stop there before heading over.
If that ain’t the most New England thing, I don’t know what is.
Day 1 of attempted detachment and vacation from my employer: gets inundated with emails from and about students who will miss 3 days of class, including a final, and all the professors and administrators who have to now figure out what to do about all that.
When people ask me how come I didn’t take and significant time away from my college for the last 18 years, I point to this kind of shit.
It just never really ends.
We graduated one class of MBAs on Saturday.
This morning, two days later, we start yet another batch of kids students in the One Year MBA program.
As Faculty Director of this program (and of the traditional Two Year MBA), I am part of the Orientation that starts in about 15 minutes. I will be introducing the whole program, and impressing upon these baby MBAs that what they’re about to go through is a full time commitment for the next year. I have to speechify a bit, all before 9:30am. On a Monday.
I am of the firm belief that no meetings should start before double digits in the morning - and are best avoided on Monday morning. And Friday afternoons. So I am not that enthused about being here this morning.
But I put on a blazer and everything, so I might as well try to put the fear of God Gary into them on Day One.
And then I’m gonna bounce. Vacation starts on Wednesday, dammit.
I bought a new sofa today.
My old sofa has been here for 19 years. Purchased when we bought this house in 2007. The cushions are toast.
I got an estimate for restuffing all 13 of the cushions. $2500. At those prices it made more sense to find a new couch. Which I did. Got a whole new couch, an ottoman, a sofa table, and delivery, from the “factory” store of my favorite huge New England furniture store*, for $1900 total.
I bought a new sofa today.
I dunno. Feels like a big deal.
Once a year, I get to wear funny clothes that show that I went to school for waaaaaay too long.
The sound I made when I learned about this.
I have nowhere in my house where this could go when it’s built - it’s two feet high and more than two feet wide - but fuck me I think I must have this.