Tom is Away

huge chunks of ice cascading off the roof making it sound like the house is caving in. avoiding the avalanche.

eggplant parm results — pretty good, although not nearly as filling as if it were chicken.

grading marathon begins now

wheeling, some dealing. marketing stuff starting to gain momentum.

I stand corrected on The Olympics, at little bit. The events make for great watching on the gym TVs

sales rank down to 111,000

Tumbling down.

(I promise not to continue updating this every 30 minutes).

Author website re-boot offically completed. Not that exciting, but there you go.

today’s Amazon sales rank: 94,000

Shooting up the charts, temporarily.

I can’t explain why, but I think curling looks kinda fun (to play [?], not to watch)

I try to care about the Olympics sometimes, but I just can’t do it.

i’ve been avoiding eggplant my whole life (thanks, in part, to a video game in which the eggplants were evil), but i’m taking the plunge tonight. How bad could it be covered in cheese and tomato sauce? I would probably eat my foot if it were cooked like that.

finish line looming in the distance. or maybe i’m just hallucinating.

maintaining my indifference toward Valentine’s Day

i think if your idea of a good Valentine’s date is to wait 3 hours in the drafty vestibule of The Cheesecake Factory just to be crammed into a shared booth with some family you don’t know, then maybe you need to go back to the drawing board.

trying to decide whether to take advantage of free parking in the city and, I don’t know, get food or drinks or something.

it would be nice to go out to dinner tonight, but all the dumb vaneltine’s dates will be cluttering up the restaurants. Maybe I’ll just go to Long John Silver.

all i can think while watching Olympic ceremonies is “man, what a fucking waste of money.”

The profligate spending also makes NBC’s incessant reminders to donate to Haiti ring a little hollow.

setting records for procrastination

very slowly closing in on a completed first draft

first batch of papers turned in yesterday (well, most of them). Grading for most of the day.