View from the 6th Floor, Inuit Studies or something. Education is a very nice place.
View from the Stairwell, cause I fell down into the busted-ass elevator and decided to run up the stairs instead. Sketchy elevator. First off, it opens before I push a button, so I’m like sweet, but it pulled up half-a-foot below ground level. Then it closed the door, went somewhere, but dropped me off on the same floor. I like the stairs, tho, you get a nice view of the Centre-Ville.
View of MacMed, MacDonald Medical Building.
I guess I’m this isn’t really where I work. This is how other stuff looks from the perspective of where I work. I actually have a lot of work here. Through Cartwright I’m in a position to mess with the Networking Structure of the Education Faculty, or do all sorts of weird stuff. I’m right next to the Media Lab too so I have access to Video-Editing Macs, a few Computer Labs, a Server, Cameras, Audio Recorders, um, paper-cutters, staplers, whatever. I actually don’t know what to do. I’m trying to get Ron hired so I can actually implement some ideas. I’m good at ideas and selling ideas, Ron’s better at making them real.
PS. I don’t know about this drinking and blogging thing. I get so fucktarded emotional when I’m tipsy. Give me enough Sangria and I get a sangre periodo, compris?