i found my calling

Course Description of a class called “Cross-Examining Forensic Science“:

“Fingerprinting, forensic anthropology, polygraphs, DNA identification, criminal biobanking—an increasing number of technologies characterize the contemporary practice of police investigation and criminal prosecution. With them they bring not only important questions about reliability and “good” science, but also ethical and social debates about the practice of justice. In this course, we bring together an exploration of the science of forensics with a critical examination of its history, practice, and portrayal in popular culture. “

 

INCREDIBLE.  I’m such a nerd, but still.  INCREDIBLE.

oh the weather outside is frightful…

Crap.

The snow is falling now, and although it’s been that way on and off every once in a while for the last few weeks, it’s finally starting to stick.  Unfortunately.

As much as I love snow, and as much as I feel completely cool being in a snowy environment that my friends back in LA don’t get to enjoy, I HATE when the snow starts to stick.

No longer do I get to ride my bike and not worry about a sudden fall and immediate death.  No longer do I get to enjoy a pleasant walk in any given direction, because the snow has the tendency to fly in ANY GIVEN DIRECTION.  No longer do I get to wear less than three coats or a shoe thinner than a snow boot or go gloveless as the day I was born.  It’s all over.

This isn’t the worst thing in the world.  There are far worse things to happen on a college campus than an unfortunate snowfall.  But the problem is that the snow has started, and it’s not going to stop until, like, March.  Or April.  The snow here has a tendency to fall constantly during peak months (Peak?  Snow?  Get it?  Ahhhhh.) and then stop just long enough for the snow to melt, and the sidewalk becomes almost entirely clear until Mother Nature shows her bitch side and lets it snow once more.

All that isn’t until the spring, though, or pseudospring, actually.  Until then, it’s just going to be constant snow that’s not enjoyable nor winter-wonderlandesque.

Apocalypse Soon

The end is almost here.  The end of the election, that is.

REJOICE.