22 February 2008

I swear to Eris...

If I hear the phrase "we have to do/not do XYZ for the children" one more time, I'm going to stab someone viciously with a log.

The difference...

One thing I've noticed since starting my graduate program is the difference between the good professors and the bad ones. Bad is a little extreme. Inadequate is more apt.

The good professors see and treat me as a peer. I don't know if it's because I also teach or because I am no longer in undergrad-land, but I am treated as a colleague, not a mere ... student.

The inadequate ones are so concerned with being the sage on the stage that they cannot see anyone that has a degree lower than theirs as being of any worth. They are generally more concerned with being seen as brilliant and superior that they fail to realize that their insecurities show their incompetence rather than what they intend - to act as Caesar's wife.

Why did this come up? Oh, my. Well, one of my classes has been a showcase in how a professor can make their piss poor planning become my goddamned emergency. Failure to proofread or check what they're posting to the web section of the course. And in this inadequacy, their solution is not to say, "you know what, I screwed up and did not get the correct information to you in a timely fashion so we are going to omit or shift this section until next week. I apologize." No, instead we are told to just get it read and be prepared. Less than 24 hours before the class meets. Oh, and then there's the excuse from the professor that s/he was "sick with this horrid flu" and the expectation of sympathy. Guess what. Our semester doesn't come to a screeching halt because of illness, neither does yours.

Thankfully, I am not the only student to have this series of bitch-rant-diatribes, so R (who is awesome and I suspect you will hear more about later) and I went on a complete bitch session after class. Of course, Radio Guy1 also happened to be around for a bit of it, and he joined in. He is going to be joining R and me for some "okay, now what the hell does s/he want?" sessions before the class meets for the week. Radio Guy did not hear the worst of it. R and I saved that for the library and when I dropped her off at home because I drove to campus today.

It just amazes me. The professors that treat me like a peer do so, I think, because they love teaching and that I share their love of teaching and wish to enter into their profession, they see it as a compliment, not competition. It's as though the inept ones are terrified that by opening the lines of communication, someone is going to steal the golden pub. Yes. I get it. Publications are vitally important, especially when one is in a tenure track position. But to turn that desire to produce quality work into a pissing contest that can only end in tears... *sigh*

I guess the old adage is true...
The reason the fights in academia are so vicious is because the stakes are so damned small.

1 My latest crush, and it looks like he might be interested as well. And R knows about the crush and has been ribbing me mightily about it for the past few days. Now that R knows who it is, it should get more amusing. It's all in good fun. You will also probably be reading more about Radio Guy as time and events progress. Unless he turns out to be a total wanker, and in that case, you're shit outta luck.

16 February 2008

Hegemony

he·gem·o·ny [hi-jem-uh-nee, hej-uh-moh-nee] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun, plural -nies.
1.leadership or predominant influence exercised by one nation over others, as in a confederation.
2.leadership; predominance.
3.(esp. among smaller nations) aggression or expansionism by large nations in an effort to achieve world domination.

(Why am I doing this? Because there are some words that I know I should know the definition of, but don't.)

25 January 2008

We're not working for the mandroid!

Torchwood Background for SavageCats

What’s up with the rift in Cardiff?

We first encounter the Cardiff Rift in “The Unquiet Dead” with the Ninth Doctor and Rose. Gwyneth1 is a servant girl in 1869 Cardiff who has a special connection to the rift. During “The Unquiet Dead,” she is responsible for both widening the rift, creating a universe bridge, and “closing” the rift. We find out later that closing the rift does not result in a “things are back to the way they were” kind of life, but rather that the rift is like a wound and the closing of it results in a scar. (And there were no stitches used. It’s an ugly scar.)

Wait, if it was closed at the end of “The Unquiet Dead” why is it open again?

The last remaining Slitheen (first met in “Aliens of London”) became Lord Mayor of Cardiff and was in the process of having a nuclear reactor constructed in “Boom Town.” Margaret2 intended the reactor to go boom3 when it was brought online so it would reopen the rift and she could set off on a pan-dimensional surfboard to get out of this backwater solar system. The nuclear reactor never went online, but as plan B, the pan-dimensional surfboard started sucking power from the TARDIS that was parked on the scar of the rift to refuel. This power sucking caused the rift to reopen, but only slightly, and when the pan-dimensional surfboard was disabled and Margaret was neutralized, the rift appeared to close back up. In reality (or as real as New Who gets…), the rift was still open, just a bit, and like a dike with a crack in it, the pressure eventually causes time/space stuff to seep through.4

Okay, that’s all well and good, but what’s with the hand in Series 1?

When the Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) turned into the Tenth Doctor (David Tennant) he underwent a process called ‘regeneration.’ This is why the Doctor doesn’t always have to be the same person. For a time after regeneration, bits can grow back. In “The Christmas Invasion” (the Doctor Who Christmas special between New Who Series 1 and 2), Ten challenged an invading alien race to a duel as champion of the Earth. Ten’s hand got lopped off and fell over the side of the mountain/spaceship that was floating above London. Captain Jack presumably found it and kept it hooked up to bibs and bobs to use it as a TARDIS early warning system.

So what’s Jack’s deal with the Doctor?

We first meet Captain Jack in New Who Series 1 in the two-part episode “The Empty Child” and “The Doctor Dances”. Early Jack was suave and dashing and a bit of a con man. But more than anything, he was remarkably carefree. While Nine (Series 1) was a bit of a cynical ass, Jack acted as his kind counterpart. Fast-forward about 200,000 years from the London Blitz, and we’re on Satellite 5. Satellite 5 has been converted from a gigantic news center to a game station. A game station run, as we later find out, by the daleks.5
In order to keep the daleks from taking over the universe6, Nine creates a delta wave generator and tricks Rose into going home. Jack is defending the upper levels of the Game Station in order to buy Nine the time he needs to complete the delta wave generator. Jack’s gallantry has the net result of making him dead. Rose, in the 21st century, looks into the heart of the TARDIS, sucks the time vortex into herself and returns to the future to help Nine. Rose, under the influence of the vortex breaks the daleks and their ships to their base atomic components. Realizing that she has the power over life and death, she brings Jack back to life. At the end of the episode, Jack hears the TARDIS leave without him. It’s not certain if Nine knew that Jack was alive again or not.

Yeah, that’s all well and good, but what’s up with the name of Torchwood?

We first encounter “Torchwood” in “Tooth and Claw” (Series 2) where Ten and Rose meet up with Queen Victoria. They stay at Torchwood Estate in Scotland, but the end of the episode has the Queen stating that she will establish the Torchwood Institute to keep people like the Doctor from invading her precious United Kingdom. Torchwood I7 did just that. They took alien tech and attempted to defend England from the scourge of aliens. Unfortunately hubris got the better of them and they released Cybermen (mandroids) and daleks into London. Ten and Rose got it sorted, and Rose now lives in a parallel universe.

Okay, so who’s this Martha chick?

Martha is Ten’s assistant/companion in New Who Series 3. She’s a medical student, and her entire series with Ten takes place in about 3 days ‘real time’ – the time between when she met Ten in her time frame and when she leaves Ten in her time frame. Martha-time is much longer. Martha meets Jack over the last three episodes of New Who 3, “Utopia,” “The Sound of Drums,” and “Last of the Timelords.” “Utopia” comes directly after the final episode of Torchwood Series 1, "End of Days."

Is there anyone else I should know from the Doctor Who-niverse?

The woman who plays Toshiko (Naoko Mori) appeared in a New Who Series 1 episode, "Aliens of London." I’m not sure if they’re crossing anyone aside from Martha over.

As the series progresses, I’ll post more info and let you know.

1 Played by Eve Myles – Gwen in Torchwood.
2 Margaret is the name of the original owner – read: human – of the Slitheen’s skin suit.
3 “1000 times worse than Chernobyl."
4 Yeah, I like typing pan-dimensional surfboard. I love the visual.
5 The Doctor’s eternal enemy. Referenced in Coupling. Further Coupling connection – Steven Moffat wrote what I think is the best freaky ep of New Who – Blink. “The Angels have the phonebox.”
6 The daleks were supposed to have been destroyed in the Time War.
7 London branch, destroyed in the Battle of Canary Wharf during "Doomsday".

24 January 2008

It's okay... The government is your friend!

No, really. It is. Or at least that's what they'd like you to believe.

Unless, of course, you fall ill, are admitted to hospital and your children are told that they can't stay with you in the hospital and have to be sent to the orphanage.

Seriously.

The good news is that the woman got her kids back. The bad news is that because they were sent to an orphanage (because people are dumb), she's now under investigation.

How about you put some of those federal man-hours and dollars to work making sure that foster families are capable of caring for their wards?

17 November 2007

Holiday Intervention

I think, this year, when I'm home for the holidays, I might ask the cute-guy-two-doors-down out for coffee or lunch or something. We haven't really talked since we were kids. We know each other in passing, enough to say hi, but not enough to keep in touch (at all).

It's probably silly, and a little insane. And he might not even be home for the hols, but I just want to have a chance to hang out with him. How silly is that?

Insane?

Sweet?

Any opinions, readers?

Perhaps this is a way to distract me from current issues. And who knows? Maybe he and I will have stuff in common.

14 November 2007

Infuriated

So, I'm reading along on one of my new-fave blogs (The Brit Girl) and I come across her posts on an article entitled "That Was No 'Accident'."

A few things came to mind while reading this article. 1. Holy fuck. Women need to get over themselves. 2. One of my favorite shows, Coupling, deals with a woman trying for a baby without letting her long-term boyfriend know. (Granted, he doesn't seem upset by the idea, he just didn't know they were trying.)

But this passage really ticked me off.

"A lot of us feel like it's not even really fair that men should get to vote, considering they could be 72 and, with a little Viagra, have another baby," says Vicki Iovine, author of The Girlfriends' Guide to Pregnancy. "For us women, it's really a limited window. We know that boys who grow up to become men don't necessarily want to be men. They like to be boys. And so women say, 'You know what? He's gonna just have to snap out of it—and my pregnancy will be the thing to do it.'" The end, says Iovine, sometimes justifies the means. "Any guy with a heart and soul, and preferably with a job, once he sees the baby on the sonogram or hears the heartbeat, will melt," she says.


Say WHAT?

While it's not rape, in many ways, it's got a lot of the same power-play and manipulation aspects. (Oh, I'm gonna be flamed for that statement!) It's the woman saying, "It's all about what *I* want, what *you* want doesn't matter."

How many women would flip their shit if their SO had that attitude? Actually, let me rewind and address that passage piece by piece.

"A lot of us feel like it's not even really fair that men should get to vote, considering they could be 72 and, with a little Viagra, have another baby," says Vicki Iovine, author of The Girlfriends' Guide to Pregnancy.
Where to start with what's wrong with that statement. Okay, if you're going to "oops" a guy, or more directly, trick and manipulate him into a pregnancy, you are (according to most US laws) requiring him to conribute to the financial upkeep of the child (that he may or may not have wanted, but you didn't bother talking to the man) for 18 to 21 to 25 years.

As for the "72 and with a little Viagra..." statement, then go find a man who's 72 and has some Viagra. If that's the age that the man wants to become a father. Or, better yet, go to a sperm bank.

For us women, it's really a limited window. We know that boys who grow
up to become men don't necessarily want to be men. They like to be
boys. And so women say, 'You know what? He's gonna just have to snap
out of it—and my pregnancy will be the thing to do it.'"
Okay, yes. Women are biologically fertile for a shorter time than men are. While this must be frustrating to some women, perhaps the reality is not the duration of fertility, but the maturity of men. Blame the previous generation for raising males who are not fully-formed emotionally by adulthood. "Forcing" a man to grow up is dumb, cruel, and, to be quite honest, damaging. How many men that have been oopsed are hesitant to ever fully trust a woman again? You women that are complaining how there are no good men? Blame the permissive "sisterhood" that some of you seem to rally around. Good men are out there, but apparently there's a trick to finding them prior to another woman doing a number on them. (Okay, perhaps I'm single-bitter, but honestly? I'm tired of hearing how decent guys are screwed over by needy women.)

If you want a man, date a man. Don't date a boy.

The end, says Iovine, sometimes justifies the means. "Any guy with a
heart and soul, and preferably with a job, once he sees the baby on the
sonogram or hears the heartbeat, will melt," she says.

Really? So, a guy who absolutely does not want children is heartless and soulless? Or it's okay if the guy is on the fence and gets "nudged" (their words, sure as hell not mine) if he has a job, because then it's great that he falls in love with the little tadpole? What happens if the guy doesn't change his mind? Well, that's okay, because he's still on the hook as far as financial support goes. I mean, that's all that really matters, isn't it?


In the interest of full disclosure, I'm on the fence leaning toward no on the kids front. I cannot see myself being pregnant or ever having kids. I'm not getting sterilized yet because I'm not 100% against having kids, I just can't see it at this point in my life. The one thing I'm fully aware of is that the only constant in life is change. I am, however, looking into an IUD. 10 years of birth control without having to worry about taking it at the same time every day or whatnot is nice. Add into that the double-duty aspect of IUD + Condom = no unintended visitors.

I guess what I really don't understand is two things.

1. Why don't these women communicate with their partners? Of course, the idea of the answer being "no" sucks, but better to realize that your partner isn't the right person for you than to trap them (and yourself) into a relationship that they didn't want.
2. Why don't these women find men that want what they want? Life is so much easier with someone that's walking down the same path as you. And honestly? It's easier still to walk alone than it is to walk with someone that's not on the same path as you.


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13 November 2007

Bad taste knitting joke... I loved it.

Three women were in the waiting room of a gynocologist, and each of them was knitting a sweater for their baby-to-be. The first one stopped and took a pill. "What was that?" the others asked her. "Oh, it was Vitamin C - I want my baby to be healthy." A few minutes later, another woman took a pill. "What was that?" the others asked. "Oh, it was iron - I want my baby to be big and strong." They continued knitting. Finally the third woman took a pill. "What was that?" the others asked her. "It was thalidomide," she said, "I just can't get the arms right on this sweater!"