I've been a bad blogger. Not that there's a quota or anything (and I'm certainly not as bad as Rip), but I keep on thinking of things to post but never getting around to it (I was going to ruminate at length about how much I appreciated the Ninja Turtles' 20-something angst and ennui in the latest movie, and how eerily well it parodied a lot of the confusion my friends are going through. But I didn't). This is basically because I've been traveling a lot. Jen'n'I went out to DC last week, mostly for vacational purposes (witness lovely, ironic cross cake baked by Katie the Lovely 50s Housewife for our Easter Brunch). I'm now in Boston, where I will be attending various and sundry work meetings and then visiting up with Eric and other people that have not revealed their blogs to me to which I could link. As a result of all of this flying, I am now intimately familiar with United's in-flight programming, and will burst a blood vessel if I ever again hear the natterings of "my boy Priestley", the DJ for the top-20 radio station (it was a fucking wasteland, man, it's all I had -- besides, they played Fidelity, by Regina Spektor, which is a damn catchy song).
Oh, and there's some other big news that a surprising number of people seem to have learned about despite my not yet actually having gotten around to telling them. But for those few of you who read this and don't know, I'm going to be entering the CIS Ph.D. program at UCLA next year. There's all sorts of things wrapped up in that, of course (leaving Oregon soonish being the big one), but I'll get around to writing a more interesting and informational post about that at some other point. But now it's late, I'm in a hotel room, and I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so that's all you get.