Mmmm, Grilled Meat

I dusted off the grill tonight and fired me up some hamburgers and hot dogs. I cooked several of each so that I'll have some for lunch this week. They're a little dry left over, but nothing can beat food you've grilled yourself over an open flame. It's what separates us from the animals, and Yankees. Speaking of, there's a new Best Buy commercial where a dad hides his daughter's backpack because he doesn't want her leaving for college yet. The Geek Squad guy and the sales rep convince him to let her go, and he yells "I found it. It was in the barbecue. Weird." I will never shopat Best Buy again, simply for calling a grill a barbecue. There are apparti that can be used both for grilling and for barbecuing, but this was not one of those. It was a very nice gas grill (I prefer charcoal myself, but I understand that gas is awfully convenient.), but it was in no way a barbecue. It's a pet peeve of mine. Another is one is something that Lee was telling me bothered him, and now it drives me crazy as well. The year (now) is two thousand seven. It is not two thousand AND seven. In spoken numbers, the word and denotes a decimal point: seven dollars and sixty-two cents, for example. Something cannot be only two thousand and seven, it must be two thousand and seven tenths, or seven hundreths, some fractional part. I don't make the rules, don't complain to me about it. I hear it on TV from announcers and newscasters a lot, too. People think they sound smarter, I guess, but they really don't. I haven't noticed any friends or relatives do it, which isn't surprising because I haven't talked to any of my relatives who seem to always speak incorrectly and think they're God's gift to grammar.

Got off topic there, a little. Good thing this isn't expected to be an English essay with a topic sentence, everything else on point, then a conclusion. It's my blog, I can choose to ignore whichever English rules I like. I'll have you know that my thesis advisor complemented my writin style to the department chair, who then told me. I used it as another opportunity to take a swing at the technical writing class, but at this point I feel like I'm on the wrong end of rope-a-dope - I keep swinging away, but technical writing just won't go down. In a month or so, I'll be gone, and it'll be around to torment Heather. My advice: "forget" to go to the first couple of classes. It's not like you register for it or that it goes on your transcript. Better yet, have some critical conflict: "Oh, no, I promised my sick grandmother I'd visit her at the old folks home. It's bingo night, and she loves her bingo." Of course, if they offer to reschedule, you'll need another conflict: can't do it Wednesday: church. Thursday is out - that's when I volunteer at the children's cancer wing. Friday - are you kidding me? Monday doesn't work - Heroes is on. Only use those if you have to, otherwise, just don't show up. What bothers me more than anything is that physics majors get it waived, EE's get it waived, never saw anyone from Aviation Systems in the class, but Schulz won't waive it. I don't blame him - he's the one actually following policy. It's a bad class at a bad time with a bad teacher.

I'm tired of venting for the night. I'm also just plain tired. More tomorrow.