A little mood music if you please Maestro…

Okay, so you know all that stuff I said yesterday about not having to get on Facebook? Well, I lied. Shortly after I wrote all of that stuff I received an email from my professor informing me that he had no problem with emailing me the assignments, but seeing as how all of the discussions about the assignments would take place on the class’s Facebook page, I had two choices. Well, three actually. I could:

a) Join Facebook and participate.

b) Not join Facebook and forfeit the points that are given for the discussions.

or

c) Not take the class.

It wasn’t that threatening by any means, but that’s what the long and short of the email said. Now, as much as I don’t want to be on Facebook, this is not the hill on which I am going to take a stand. For all of my many reasons for wanting to shut the Man down, this is not the one that I will take the plunge on. And seeing as how my professor is the Dean of my college of study, I’d prefer not to piss him off quite yet. His point is quite valid and totally within his rights as an instructor. I mean, it doesn’t cost anything monetarily, and seeing as how I’m the only person in the class who is not on Facebook. I figure that this hill is one giant shit storm mudslide of Campylobacter and I’ve got my mouth open, if you know what I mean.

No, I’ll suck it up and live to fight another day. That said, I joined the Facebook once again. Whoa there, Nellie. Before you go getting some really dumb idea about “friending” me, be warned. I’ve already told the FB police that I don’t know my own Mother and now she’s on some sort of probation and people are watching her house. If I’ll slit my own Mother’s throat over this, what makes you think that you stand a snowball’s chance in Africa? Also know that as soon as the last of these “discussions” is over, I’m crawling right back under my luddite rock of protection and leaving my Facebook page to grow crispy in the desert sun of my technofear.

What else did I do yesterday? Well, I somehow got roped into being the guy on the ladder in the pouring rain at Lippincottonia as we finished up the framing stuff in the kitchen remodel. Today we begin the dreaded drywalling. After being the spat upon by the heavens, I headed to the letterpress shop to threaten some newbies with punches to their faces if they slack off while in the shop. Then it was back to the ranch for more framing stuff. Then home for a little Star Trek and delicious box pasta dinner action. Eating? What’s that?

Today is going to be another long one. Possibly a hat trick of work. We’ll see. I’m off to it. More soon. ~SC