Locomotion

Once upon a time, I had to write 1,000 words a day for like 5 days, and it drove me totally loco. Now I have to do that everyday FOR EVER* = IA M LOCO OUT OF MY MIND!@#$ *THESIS IS FOREVER> etc.

Anyway, last time I went loco, I talked to giant butterflies in the desert. Now I talk to Mr. T. He appears on a steel panel in my thesis cubicle only after midnight, and ususally disses on me. The words "Jive" and "Fool" are frequently invovled. I've managed to take a photo of him in action:

That's him there. See his Mr. T face and hair? Click for clearer image.