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Yes... yesterday was my birthday, and if you didn't say happy birthday then you are super lame.

RIP Guero

Se murió el Guero Buenfil. Ah... cuántas historias contaba (y contaban de él) en aquellos días de la redacción en el DDY. Me puso triste leer sobre su muerte... el Guero siempre fue muy alegre y amable. Rest in peace.

Bloggity blog

And one more time I wonder if this blog needs to die. I wonder if the genre of the blog needs to die. With so many updates to other social media thingies all over the Internets, I really don't even remember this blog on a normal day. Sure, some days I feel like writing a rant about something in more than 140 characters, or writing an unsolicited review of a movie, book, or album that probably not even my readers care about... but that's it. Oh well, maybe I am just in an existential crisis connected to tomorrow's date.

B-day

My birthday is coming in a couple of days. If you want to give me something, send someone over to clean my apartment. Seriously, end of the semester and just an overall "meh" 2009 can work together to create a messy apartment.

Yogurt

So apparently we are a yogurt company in Australia. Some tweeters have actually asked me if I have anything to do with this company. Balls.

Problem solving

A team of two tenured faculty members and three or four PhD students holds twice a week three-hour long meetings to work on a grant proposal. Upstairs, one assistant professor works on two grant proposals with help from Cartman, El Chavo, the puppets hanging from the ceiling, and the wrestling masks. And the comments on my draft said to emphasize the role of non-involved entities on my project. Seriously?
If this sounds like Chinese to most of you, let me say this in a very simple way: I am grouchy today. Very. Logic doesn't live in this building. Come back later for happier posts.

Five years

Can you believe Concho River's blog has been online for 5 years now? Yup. Five years ago I was getting ready to leave Texas. Wow... five years. Really?

El labion, jefe

Para proteger a los inocentes/indecentes, y nomas porque fue su cumple reciente, hemos decidido tener la decencia/gentileza de cortarle la choya a este endividuo. Mascuanquesinembargo, notese que al ver sus lolones lo unico que podemos decir es "Taba grande el muerto."

The cat is out of the bag

Well, my secret apparently is not a secret anymore, as some peeps from Bosnia googled the right/wrong words and came to this blog.
LOL(10)... who would pay a dime to see such a sad "star." I laugh.

Two years ago...

... April 16th was nothing but Babe's birthday. Now, we talk about April 16 so frequently it is part of our daily operations. I am working from home today. Too much going on by my office today, and I have my own way of dealing with this.