Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles returned tonight with a bang. Several of them, in fact. Cameron, the terminator sent by future John Conner to protect young John Conner, (and, incidentally, named after the key grip from the first three films) declared her love for the future leader of the human resistance. Then, things got weird.
I have nothing to do at work this week. It means there's nothing to mess up, but it also makes for a very long 40 hours. I guess I could try to get some information to do the stupid thing my boss wants (he's on vacation this week, but I bet he'll ask for it next week at the staff meeting). I have two degrees in mechanical engineering, and he wants me to compile people's vacation and travel into a calendar. I've made the calendar, I just haven't bugged people for the information to fill it in. These people have real work to be doing, and I just . . . don't care. Lee, what does Dilbert say about this situation?
Politics. I may have a project to keep me busy. I need to hear back. I received a request for topics of interest for teaching middle school-aged kids how to look at politics for themselves. I sent about 25 - 30 items and volunteered to help fit them to a curriculum. The trick is to do so fairly with a conservative slant. Raising little Republicans is the goal.
Back to my book. More tomorrow.
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