Neo-Luddite, apparently I need a better self-label, or I could just write that blue grass song I sang on my way to write my paper on a computor.

I'm bout to jump into last-minute overdrive. I have 8 hours to complete, for Brown: 1. A Research Paper (I have 7 pages, but it is to be revised severely under American Antiquity standards and new arguement structures, while reviewing scantily cited sources that were read over in a hurry.)
2. My "minimum" 4 question 12 page essay exam on Southeaster Archaeology.
3. Complete 3 2 page reviews on sections/articles, that I haven't finished reading, in a book heavier than a full-sized fat ass American newborn.

I'll do a full update later, I'm going to opt out of a continued rant mode to do this.

I'll be in Ten Hoor by 11 out of there by noon for Hoole which I have to be out of by 2 to finish my exam and print everything out by 4(:30) to hand in somewhere in the same building as Hoole, but after I dash across the street to Gordon-Palmer with my fingers crossed for printer access.

Here's to Google, for ruining everything while saving our buts.

I prefer analog and digital archiving options, thank you very much.

Yes, I like my cake and eating it too. I don't just want to look up pictures of Angelfood on Google Images. I want recipes in my kitchen and a bun in the oven for my womenfolk...sort of. (seriously bake me a cake, I don't know how. Even though I don't like eating cake very much.)

Watch The End of Suburbia, and start saving up resources, I've got a mental list going of people to snatch up for a brain-trust and commune project...so when things go to shit, we can sit in one place (about a 500 mile radius, right?), grow horticulture produce and try not to die. I think I should recruit a sniper or two...just in case.