Now I know I’m really back in academia. I’m doing a project to help promote the university and its technology and needed some resources from another department (in the form of about one square foot in their work area for three nights). So I talked to one of the professors I worked with there on another project and whose students use our lab routinely. The shitstorm that resulted from this request was epic- I have a 27 email long string that includes two deans, three department heads, and five professors all telling me that I completely did this wrong and I did not follow procedures (not that there actually are any). When I saw one of the other department’s profs out in the parking lot and asked her if she had a minute to talk, she stared icily at me and intoned, “All communication needs to go through the department chair.” And there’s going to be a faculty-wide meeting next week to discuss the absolutely inappropriate and unreasonable request from me. I guess what they say about academia (“It’s vicious because there’s so little at stake”) is true.

Also true: it’s an amazingly packed day for birthdays, so I’ll have to skip many that I’d usually comment on, but will not skip one of the most prescient, brilliant, influential, and not generally known scientists of the past few centuries; the older version of Mickey Rooney; a guy who cursed us with several more generations of imbeciles; my favorite Martian; Jethro’s dad; a guy whose fame was a dead end; a guy who thought he was Jack Kennedy; a guy who actually gave me some culinary training; a guy whose name wasn’t Shirley; the least interesting castaway; a guy who proved that pineapple =/= swinger; an actor who was actually an interesting human; frontman for one of my favorite prog bands; one of the dumbest people in the Senate, where there’s a lot of competition; someone you shouldn’t shake hands with; Animal’s favorite politician; a chick with famous nipples; and a guy who really walks the fine line between hilariously entertaining and stark raving nuts.

With that, we move (carefully!) on to Links.

 

This really should have been one of Riven’s links.

 

Balloongate was not on my 2023 checklist.

 

Local News: Strip and cavity searches of teenage girls is now officially a perk of the job. I may change careers.

 

More Local News: We’re Number One!

 

“How dare he? Jew-hate is the property of OUR party!”

 

Coincidentally, I used to play in a band called The Hallucinating Chatbots.

 

Old Guy Music features a birthday boy and it’s a fucking awesome song, as most of theirs were.