All-Access Pass

First of all: Facebook users, welcome back. I have finally recalibrated the reticulation spline with regards to the modifier conjuplexus server and now we can be friends again!

So I come to you all tonight with a moral question, inspired by my amazing boredom and reading the archived notes of Matt Perry. He noted that he felt silly after he had held open an automatic handicap-accessible door. If you are for some strange reason unfamiliar with this concept, these are doors that open on their own at the push of a button which is usually at sitting-level and have pictures of wheelchairs on them.

These doors are useful for people not only in wheelchairs, but also people in crutches, pushing carts, carrying awkward packages, or moving a body.

So here is my question: Should I feel bad about using the automatic doors just because I'm feeling lazy?

I mean, come on. It's right there. And if I don't use it, how can I be sure that it hasn't gotten jammed, and when someone who really needs it tries to use it, they're stuck because I hadn't acted? I know, I'm perfectly capable of opening it myself, but so is anyone else with the proper ambition.

I ask not just for myself, but for countless others who I have seen struggling to open one of these doors, and gazing, only for a moment, at the button that would do it for them, but then looking away in guilt and shame at having even considered it.

We all get to walk up wheelchair ramps, right? I say it's time that we opened the door for equality. The automatic door.

[[Oh man, guys, you don't even know how bored I am.]]

Nothing Is Sacred

I'm in the Cellar, the campus eatery I tend to eat lunch at. Every Tuesday they have chicken and dumpling soup. Typically, it is delicious and wonderful. Today, it was not. Today, they changed it and it tastes like Campbell's reject.

I put up with it when they switched from their cool fries to boring regular fries. And when their chicken strips shrunk for some strange reason. And I thought making new tables out of the old bowling alley was neat. But now it has gone to far. I will have my revenge. Oh yes.

It's been over a month since I last posted. It seems that the longer I go without doing it, the less drive I have to start again. How strange. But I digress. This is where I am in life now, in no particular order.

• Trillian mysteriously stopped working, even after a fresh download. It won't connect to anything and doesn't even have the option for AIM. This saddens me, because now I might need to find a new all-purpose messenger--or actually use the real programs. Ick.
• I discovered the bulleted list option in Blogger.
• So far I'm going to [almost] all of my classes. I still struggle a little with my 8:50 class because I still can't fall asleep before midnight/oneish. I missed it a couple times last week but I caught myself. I was lucky the first few weeks but now the workload is starting to build. Alas.
• I'm now a "Remote Assistant Director" at WMCM, the campus station, which is a fancy way of saying that I edit our Perfect Pets segment, in which we go to the humane society and showcase a few of their adorable animals on our station and KQEG, an independent local station.
  
• My car is currently in for repairs. I'll be getting it back at some point today, after it has a new clutch put in. The place I took it originally quoted me $900 to do this (plus the $65 diagnostic fee) but a guy named Jimmy is doing it for me for about $450. Awesome. The clutch has been going ever since I got the car almost a year ago. I can't wait to drive it now.
• I'm trying to learn the intro to Crazy on You, by Heart. It's fun to play. But tricky.
• My room's a mess. And I have a lot of laundry overflowing from my basket. I haven't had a car for a good two weeks now, so I haven't gotten home to do laundry.
• I messed up what should have been an easy problem on my calc test. I have a mental block that lets me get crazy-close but does not actually let me figure out trig problems. I suspect communists are behind this.
• I started my novel. It's called Divinity, and the best way to describe it is Garden State meets Neverwhere. It will be done in thirty-seven years.
• I won the lottery!
• Okay, I lied about the lottery thing.
• Seriously though, how cool would that be?
• There are some stray kittens that scurry around our driveway sometimes. I want one. They're cute. What? They are. Shut up.
• I pretty much only posted this as a way of procrastinating. Okay. Time to go do some real work.