A Musician's Musings

And so the annual reporting is off to a frustrating start. First faculty dude to respond and tell me that he's filed his report has already ticked me off.
Firstly, if you need to change your email or phone number on YOUR account, click the "edit account" link but fiiiiiine I'll do it FOR you.
Secondly, I tell you all, every single, solitary year that at least part of your accomplishments section needs to be in LAY LANGUAGE so that the doofuses on Capitol Hill can get some rough understanding of the fabulous science you're doing and how you're doing work that will benefit society. This is so that the gubment will keep giving us money to pay your salary. However, yet again this year you've decided to give me science regurgitation that I will admit freely that I haven't the slightest fucking clue what it says.

Either that or you had your cats dance all over the keyboard. Who the eff knows. Behold the giant mass of word salad:

(  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ANY OF THIS IS )

Throw me a bone, bud. I swear you've got to be fucking with me.

There's a guy that tweets now and then about a dream he had and he now suspects his apartment is haunted. He updates twitter now and then about it and it's super creepy. 

Dear David storify to get caught up if you're interested. It doesn't have tonight's updates with some super strange videos with his cats - you'll have to wait for him to update storify or go to his @moby_dickhead handle on Twitter

He may be bullshitting but it's interesting enough that I don't care if it's all fake.