Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, October 28, 2002

What I'm suffering from is Schroedinger's Supervisor.

It works like this. My cat supervisor has been put in a box this whole going overseas (specifically, to Romania) issue. He's been gassed seeking legal advice, and he may have to stay. Until the box is opened situation is resolved, I'm in a state of limbo. My cat supervisor may or may not be dead be fleeing the country.

Quantum Academics. I quite like this analogy, since if you squint, it involves gassing my supervisor.

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