Come Back, BSG!

Battlestar Galactica had its season finale tonight. The show won't return until 2008. This show is bad about doing that, and what makes it worse is that it's such a good show. Watch it from the miniseries until now, and you'll be hooked, even if you don't normally like science fiction. I don't want to wait until next year. That's one reason I'm not a Cubs fan. (Sorry, Will, had to go there.) Also, awesome music in the final scene / sequence.

I'm not in a happy place with my classes right now. In Heat Transfer, Antar keeps assigning worthless derivations. How do I know they're worthless? The book skips them. This from a book that LOVES derivations for the sake of derivations. In Missiles, I'm trying to design a propellant grain for each of my stages. I have Stage 1 by some stroke of luck, it seems. Stage 2 is virtually impossible without violating something. I can't violate laws of physics, so I'm going to have to violate a "recommendation" (read: "fiat" [from the Latin "let it be," an order from an authority, often religious]) of the instructor. It's not so much that I mind doing that (it's essentially all I did in middle school math), but I shouldn't have to. He should (1) be teaching me how to do this instead of me fumbling around in the dark on it and (2) not go off on wild tangents of his own if I'm not allowed to do the same. It's frustrating - all of it.

I'm headed up to the school a little early tomorrow to try to finish up something I'm working on for Missiles. I could do it here in the morning, but then I'd have to stop to go to school, then try to start back once I got there, then stop again for class, so I'm just going to get up, eat breakfast, and go to school and work out of the office. Makes for a long day, but it can't be helped. More tomorrow.