Ah, there’s nothing like a headline that has NOTHING to do with a post to gain attention.
I’m trying to register for spring classes at the present time, an adventure I started on Monday when the online floodgates opened. Sadly, I’m still a handful of credits short of the Associates in Fine Arts: Art History degree due to the lack of night-time sessions for History of Architecture. The ONE semester where they offered it at night, I had to work for a month in Mumbai and dropped the class.
This semester, there are 2 classes I want to take, a 3rd I’m technically not able to take, and all are 2 nights a week for 2 hours each. So bottom line is I’m looking at a Monday to Thursday of class from 6-8pm after working a full day in the office. Not ideal, exactly, and dang it, Wednesdays I won’t get to the comic book store until 8:30ish.
Sometimes, when I get confused or mentally burned out, I think of “Happiness is a Warm Gun”. I think it’s because of the simplicity to the parts, but how it’s on the whole a complicated piece. Just like life. So as I reconfigure my class schedule, and type this quickie up, I assure you, I’m humming.
*Disclaimer: mentioning a gun, let alone happiness with one, while it is a sexual metaphor, does not imply a proclivity towards violence or mental unrest. Mentioning or discussing guns is not a cry for help/warning of suicide; with Captain America, Thor, and the Avengers all coming up at the movies, I assure you, there is a LOT to look forward to! Guns, the images of guns, and words that rhyme with gun do not condone or condemn anything Michael Moore does. Guns are also low-fat. Kittens should not use guns, nor should puppies or baby rabbits, unless supervised by another cute animal of the same species. I like the image of a kitten using a shotgun while holding paws with a ferret.