There are so many layers of bad when it comes to the Hollywood romantic comedy, it would take the film-reviewing equivalent of a geologist to identify them precisely.Don't think I'll be lining up to see that one...
So let's not waste our time divining upon which subterranean level of awfulness "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!" should rest. Let's just say, there is no reason on God's good Earth to see this movie. Not even if your house were to burn down on the coldest night of the winter and the only place to house you and your shivering family was a theater playing this film. Hypothermia would be a thrill compared to sitting through this.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Friday, January 23, 2004
In the end, though, running the Archives has turned out to be one of the more interesting parts of my job. It definitely beats listening to users bitch about their laptops. As I've gotten more into this, I've realized how much I don't know about how to organize and preserve historical materials. So last year I applied for "employee grant" funding to attend two weeks of training at the National Archives. My request was approved, helped along by the fact that I could sponge off my parents and incur no hotel or meal expenses.
So now I'm in DC for about two weeks for the Modern Archives Institute. I'm looking forward to it.
To make things interesting, my assistant on the IT side of things is about to become a father, so he's likely to be out for a few weeks as well. That means our new part-time support person is running the show. It also means I'm probably going to be spending my afternoons on the phone after class lets out. Fun.
On a vaguely related note, I just signed up for the last class in my Technology Management degree. To mix things up a bit, I decided to take Societal Issues in Biotechnology. This ends my long history of avoiding classes in the natural sciences. But working with a biotech startup last semester got me more interested in this sort of thing. And the alternative was an E-Commerce class that probably would have bored me to tears. So this seemed like a good option -- we'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Update: Now my cat is tossing her cookies all over the house. Apparently she didn't like the speech either.