Sometimes people ask me why I went back to school. In fact, they are often baffled, wondering why I'm not ready to move on to the next phase of my life. But, I have three very valid reasons now to point to:

1. I get to write a paper on WALL-E. And, because of this, I get to use the title "He was compacted for our iniquities"*.

2. Next semester, I get to take an entire class, three credits worth, on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Not as cool as, say, Disney, but still spiffy.

3. I don't have to hassle with requesting time off or dealing with a schedule for the trip to see the Northern Lights that is currently in planning stages.

Sure, there are some minor inconveniences. Like homework. And not really making sufficient money. But, hey, I'm enjoying myself. That's the most important thing, right?

*I am convinced that the vast majority of my education is just better preparation for clever titles. That and having something to say at cocktail parties.

My completely scholarly review of the first half of A mind of its own: A cultural history of the penis

Ow. Ow. Ow. Owowowowowow. WHY???!?! Ow.