R.I.P. Flashdrive

Well. It's been a long week. Very long. As anyone who has had a conversation with me can attest to. Because I don't think I was coherent in any talks. So that was fun for my students, I'm imagining.

My flash-drive died today. With all of my lectures, dissertation research, grade books, etc. Died.

Ok, that sounds sadder than it needs to, because I had everything backed up on my hard-drive, so I haven't lost a thing. But I'm so afraid that my computer is going to crash at any second (because it is also slowly dying), that I don't trust things as is. So I've been emailing myself EVERYTHING that's on my hard-drive.

Exciting story, yes? I weave quite the tale. It's amazing that some reality show hasn't decided to focus around me and my crazy life. The ratings would be through the roof.

Oh, so the best news story of the week involves my two favorite things: ass-hats and babies. And clearly by "favorite" I mean "least favorite." Japan's minister of health referred to women as "baby making machines." An elected official in 2007 said that. So hurrah for the feminist movement. We've come a long way baby.

Sigh. Maybe Japan should bring back their Elvis-loving Prime Minister. Speaking of Elvis and Japan, one of my friends is living in Japan now (doing research and making me wish I had chosen a different dissertation topic). She shares an office with a man I call Sil-vis. Because he apparently shares my affection for Elvis. And wears some Elvis-y type things. And has an Elvis hairstyle. Which is silver. It was blue, and he died it silver. Like a shine-y silver.

Ok, now I have to go eat some fast food to comfort myself and help me get through the loss of my flash-drive.