Heck yeah. I've already got my bibliography and cover page in there, too. Of course I did that when I didn't feel like writing. All said and done, each copy of this is going to set me back 61 pieces of paper. I did drop two pages from my outline. Actually, I dropped two from the introduction and two from the conclusion, but I just had so much to say about "technologies to watch" that I made up for my poor bookending of the subject matter.
Anyway, it's 2 AM and I've got a huge day tomorrow. I've decided to go to Psych--I think that it would be in poor form to skip the last day of class. The obvious downside of that decision is that I have to physically get out of bed to go to class. Hopefully I'll manage.
Then I'm going to whip up a little presentation before Computers in the Fine Arts about my project. I think I know how it's going to start:
Since the dawn of buckets, human kind have been miffed by one unending question, "What can be done with this bucket?" And while the languages have changed and the dialects shifted, the sentiment has not. However, through the collaborative, decentralized nature of the Internet, and the revolutionary values of "make culture" and the hyper-neo-progressive-retroactive-blogosphere-podcasting-revolution, we--the collective we: you, me, everyone throughout history, and everyone yet to be born--may finally have a single repository in which we may aggregate our wisdom.Then from there, I think I'll show them all the links and stuff that I put on the site.No longer do traditional bucket uses die with the elder of a family. No longer do more exotic uses practiced by Amazonian tribes fall from the global consciousness when their native village is politely relocated. No longer do the buket-related innovations in less-connected Tibet redouble already produced bucket research in Central America. With a click of this mouse, I bequeath to the world, not a fountain of knowledge, rather, a ground-spring of truth, in its most pure, unaltered form. Hallelujah! Glory be. Today, we witness the end of the dark ages. Come with me, fellow students in FA 193 section 12, Computers in the Fine Arts. Under the tutelage of Professor Jeffery Stephanic, let us bask in the beautiful light of the future.
Band's over for the semester, so I don't have that to worry about. But I have roped Maura into copy editing my paper. I'm paying her by the hour to do it, though. So it is very much in my economic interest to minimize mistakes before she has the ability to capitalize on my bad grammar. (This could be interpreted as a play on the fact that "capitalize" also refers to moving to an alternate letter form. However, this coincidence is purely accidental.)
With any luck, that should be done before midnight. And then? Then, I'm going to snuggle into bed and have anxiety nightmares about my thesis somehow getting destroyed.
Signing off in LJ style:
Music Bust a Bucket (Dan Reed Network)
Mood Tired and a little proud
