Monday, October 31, 2005
OK, the stalker note, that I found when I went into my office Friday morning, read, on a scrap piece of the student newspaper, as follows:
Hey Jane! It's 3.37 AM and you're amazing. (See you in class)Preliminary investigations concluded that it was not a prank by a fellow graduate student, as (1) I don't have any classes with other grad students right now and (2) everyone likely to have left such a note was out of town at a conference.
I think it's my smart-alec student. The one who, in class, when I called on him ("You have a grin on your face -- do you have the answer?") replied, "I always have a grin on my face when I see you bouncing around up there." yes. He said that! I think I kinda looked stunned, as he went on, "Oh, and I also have the answer..." and I went on with the discussion. That was about a month ago.
In other news, there was a Hallowe'en party on Saturday. As you can see, I was an evil dead cowboy. Do you like the bullet wound in my temple? I also wore my BRAND NEW COWBOY BOOTS. I had bought them earlier in the day, after attempting to go to the Hallowe'en store on 4th ave, and seeing that the lineup to get into the store was around the block. Fuck!
(Also, on the same day, to keep on with the cowboy theme -- Josh and I went wandering around the music stores on 48th street -- and I found my banjo! Yes, the Goodtime Banjo! It was in the window of one of the stores, and I got to play it! I love it! love love love love love love love love love love! I also got to play some of the several-thousand-dollar banjos as well. There were also cool. But I love my Goodtime. Now I just need to wait 'til my birthday.)
As you can see from the photo on the right, I evilly attacked the pinata. The pinata was hard to break. And, to be completely truthful, I sneaked a look at the pinata the second time I took an aim. And I still didn't succeed in bringing it down. Too bad I didn't have a cowboy sixshooter. A Colt? I don't know -- what kind of pistol would a cowboy have? An evil dead pistol?
Emily came to the party, too, wearing devil horns, a red feather boa, and a blazer - we figured she was a yuppie demon, or something. She also had my red cigarette holder. It worked, I think, but alas I have no photos of that.
Speaking of scary things -- yay fun new Supreme Court nominee. Since Harriet Miers was liked by no one, Alito is now up for the Supremes. As the MSNBC article states: "The judge has earnt himself the nickname of 'Scalito' for having a judicial philosophy similar to that of fellow Italian-American Supreme Court Judge Antonin Scalia." Yee-haw!
Oh, and I may as well post these two photos from the party Emily and I had at our place over Canadian Thankgiving/US Columbus Day weekend -- we were jamming on some guitars. The guitar sitting by its lonesome represents Emily, who took the photos with her cellphone camera. (Ah, technology.)
(Natalia -- pictures, and the stalker note. Is that a good enough blog post, do you think?)
jane 3:00 PM [+]