Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles!

Guess who showed up uninvited again at around 7:30? Show me "roofers." Survey says: Roofers! I hate them.

Lunch was good today - my other sandwich from Subway (it was also a steak'n'cheese). While I can't really taste a difference, there does seem to be more meat on the sandwhich. In my book, that's always an improvement. A sandwich should really be a pound of meat garnished with some bread.

Most of my waking hours were spent scratching my head at Heat Transfer homework that won't get collected. I really should do it simply because I want to learn. But let's be realistic. Dr. Antar isn't actually going to grade it, but completed homework is my get-out-of-jail-free card for the final - the only grade in the class. It's not the worst deal I've ever heard of, but it's hard to keep thinking about that right now in September. Oh well.

Anytime Jeff and I go out of the apartment, we see all these roofer guys just standing around. Blatantly. At least I'm good at looking busy. They're not even trying. If this grad school thing doesn't work out for some reason, I think I know my next best career path. I would get to work outdoors, wear jeans to work, spit, and say "yeehaw" and other fun things - but best of all, I wouldn't have to do ANYTHING.

Jeff and I made tacos and rotel for dinner, which I have to say turned out very, very well. You get nice change from chicken tenders, and you get a lot of mileage out of a pound of beef. Not bad indeed. Show me a man that doesn't like rotel, and I'll show you an idiot. If I offended anyone, you're wrong. It's ok - I won't hold it against you.

I somehow stumbled on www.retrojunk.com and saw the intros to a few of my favorite tv shows from waaaay back. The weirdest thing was the British opening to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - over there, they're actually the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles. Driving on the wrong side of the road, calling fries "chips," and now this? To me, this alone totally justifies the American Revolution.