"Just Click Print"

Brad, of all people, gave me a good mantra tonight. I think it followed the steam emanating from his ears when I told him my bibliography for my 40-50 page paper is 10 pages long... anyways, in order to "just click print" I need to just write. In a perfect world, this paper would be a lot more. But, again, as Brad (!) pointed out - though obvious - who the heck is going to read this besides me or my prof. And, I think even that's too generous of an audience. I think the two of us together may skim job it at best. In a related story, I haven't heard from my adviser in a long time. I finally snapped as I feel I'm becoming way, way, way too much like a PhD comic - see, for example:



I snapped so much so that I had to literally, akin to the above, talk myself down from literally writing: "Hey Champ, here's the deal: I haven't heard from you since..."
Esther even offered me $500 if I actually wrote that and an bonus $250 if I dropped an f-bomb. (NB: My usual communication is via e-mail and starts "Dear Dr. ..." and though people say you can't convey tone in e-mails I'm pretty sure somehow my usual e-communication with him can only be read as a nervous 13 year old boy whose voice keeps cracking talking to girl type tone)... however, if I don't hear from him by the time I leave for PEI this week it's going to get AWK-WARD because I found his overseas number (he's on sabbatical). I hope somehow, somewhere - perhaps for reasons beyond his comprehension - that he feels compelled to respond to my e-mail to avoid the phone call that will send RTs felt the world over.... possibly resulting in a devastating series of earthquakes... [talking to him in person to date usually makes me want to stroke out or pee my pants, or stroke out while peeing my pants...]

No, I refuse to become 100% a PhD comic ... let's save that for the next degree. Ha :|