Dangerous Knitting

Actual classes don't start till Monday, but actual work starts today. I mean, we've been working all summer, all of us, doing professorial sorts of things -- writing papers, writing books, reading Important Works of Literature, buying new drills so we can put our damn cabinets on the wall -- but today's the day we start having Meetings, which as I'm sure you all know are the core of the professor's life. Students, what the hell. Meetings. That's where we are.

Big meeting today I have to go to -- so big it actually includes lunch. So you KNOW it's important; the Powers are coughing up money. In fact, it's with our new dean. I'm looking forward to it -- first chance to see how things are going to be working now. But I must admit what I really want to know is -- do you have a desk, sir? Cause we're missing some over in the English department.

Jenny points out in the comments, though, that one of the offices has too MUCH furniture, as opposed to too little. She's right. sorry I didn't take a photo of it when I concocted your photo essay. It's true -- the graduate office is a bit scary. It's so packed with cubicles you can hardly move.

But no bookshelves.

I'm out the door, at any rate, cause I have to go lift weights before I go to work, in an attempt to keep the stress down to a mild roar. But I do, before I go, want to mention a couple of things.

First, The Hulk's Blog is up again. Those of you who have been missing it can now rejoice.

Also. Sorry you're too late to buy a Renaissance Faire. I know you wanted one.

And finally. I am SO PUMPED to discover that danger, yes, horrible danger, lurks even in the supposedly safe and quiet realm of knitting.

I'm a fast knitter. Bat out of hell. But clearly I have a ways to go. Wonder how fast you have to go to explode the Addi Turbos.