You'll Have to Talk to My Attorney
Being a selfish bastard, and wrapped up in my own hassles, I forgot the other big news: Kate was formally admitted to the New York Bar yesterday. She's actually officially an attorney now, and an Assistant Attorney General at that.
Not that this means I'll be getting a well-stocked lab in the basement of the house any day soon, but it's still pretty cool...
I bloodied my knuckles removing chipped and dented baseboard mouldings from the first floor of the house, and there are stubborn bits of paint (primer, really) clinging to them from the last few days of, well, painting. Taken together, it sort of looks like I've been beating up mimes.
Movers will show up Saturday morning to shift steelypips.org (i.e. me and Kate) to a new physical location, where we will hopefully reside for many years to come. I hope to have the whole place painted by then-- we'll see.
Sadly, the phone service in the new house, for reasons beyond my comprehension, won't be turned on until next Friday (On the bright side, though, DSL service will follow shortly thereafter.). The lack of phones sort of throws a wrench in our normal dial-up access from home, so blogging will remain light-to-nonexistent for the next week-and-a-bit. I've got plenty of posts in mind for whenever I get time to post them-- the speed of gravity, the Classical Mechanics exam we gave a couple of days ago, various pop-culture ephemera, and more.
As for politics, well, as is often the case, I find myself unable to better Teresa Nielsen Hayden's comment: "I deeply resent the way this administration makes me feel like a nutbar conspiracy theorist." So I won't even try.