Of mice and men.

Given that I'm starting my new job this week, I've decided to not blog until the weekend. Re-adjusting to a nine-to-five schedule is hard enough without the added pressure of having to chronicle the entire thing too. Come Saturday, I'll try to sum up the entire experience with a pithy phrase or two, but for now I leave you with a heartbreaking post from Grad School Avenger: "Prey."

For the record -- and I believe I said as much in the "comments" section of that particular post -- I think this kid needs a good, clean shot in the head. Maybe it's the little caveman inside of me speaking (the one nurtured via osmosis by the sea of patricrachal bacteria I swim through every day), but my first reaction to these kind of whinging, malicious little pissants --my gut reaction -- is a violent urge. Not a strong urge, mind you, nor even a particularly compelling one. John Hay wrote that "dealing with people to whom mendacity is a science is no easy thing," but I can't help but think that the perfect antidote to that kind of carefully-plotted character assassination is a sudden, direct burst of honest violence.

I can be such a dude.