Excerpt from the official House wiki:

In the 100th episode, House and the team take on the case of a woman who collapsed in the middle of a cooking class, and they soon learn she is a highly-renowned cancer researcher who recently gave up her entire career in order to pursue her own personal happiness. Though the team struggles to understand how the woman could give up saving lives for the sake of her own contentment, each grapple with the pursuit of happiness (or lack thereof) in their own lives. As the patient’s condition continues to worsen, so does Thirteen’s as she begins to suffer serious and life-threatening reactions to the experimental Huntington’s Disease clinical trial. Meanwhile, Cuddy attempts to make House’s life miserable for him in retaliation for his part in her own unhappiness.

Foreman, you eejit. Don't switch Thirteen's medication!

Other notes:

• I'm still alive.
• Still waiting for Internet service at my new townhouse.
• "I hate people" is an understatement.
• I waste too much money on those Florida's Natural fruit juice string/nuggets.
• Why the chronic short-term memory loss?
• Really need to stop slacking off on that application.
• Epica's The Divine Conspiracy, for reasons that still escape me, is a disappointment.

But I suppose no one really gives a shit.

That's okay.

Just one more hour, and the presidency of George W. Bush will end. Just one more hour, and the history of the world will be altered forever. Just one more hour, and Barack Obama's name will be in every history book, every living memory of our generation, and his portrait, finally, will be in the updated version of that white, plastic ruler I bought, several years ago, while on an excursion to Washington, D.C… the one with the chronology of U.S. presidents.

Just think. One more hour.

It is 11:14 am. A large knot of librarians and students, in the high school library where I am currently situated, has gathered in front of the flat-screen TV. The transfer of power is due to occur at 12:00 pm. We're all waiting.

The walk back will not be pleasant.

I've noticed recently that I've been unconsciously typing "e-mail" instead of "email," like I (ostentatiously) used to do, in all of my writings and correspondences. This seems to have carried over from my decision to use the hyphen in some online college application, I believe (in the hindsight of a drunken, reincarnated hamster), in an effort to appear more professional (and since "e-mail" is the official, standard spelling after all, contrary to the popularization of the non-hyphenated version).

An excerpt from Wiktionary explaining this confusion:

The spellings e-mail and email are both in common use. The use of “email” is now more widespread, likely due to one less character and thus making it easier to write or type, and is becoming a standardized usage for most businesses and Internet users. In general, the hyphenated form is more likely to be considered proper by those who follow strict grammatical rules; however, as a recently coined word, it remains an unsettled matter at this point.

So, e-mail. It's automatic now. Unfortunately I won't be seeing much of the real kind, being the unpopular hoagie that I am.

And I know it's the name of a sandwich.

Barack Obama's inauguration is tomorrow. Who wants a federal holiday?

I like to check up on the status of my favorite (and not so favorite) musicians from time to time. This morning I decided to peruse some of Gackt's newest releases on YouTube. After flipping through the "Returner" and "Jesus" music videos (ho-hum, booooooring), I came across the PV for his newest single, slated for release later this month on January 28. It was an electronic piece called "Ghost."

Did you see it? DID YOU SEE IT? GACKT AND TERMINATORS!!! Gackt and scenes spliced from the very first season of the best show of all time, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! GACKT AND TERMINATORS!!! GACKT WITH FLASHING RED EYES!!! JUST TELL ME YOU'RE BLOWN AWAY BY THAT!!!

Anyway, the part of my brain that wasn't going haywire over this unforeseen development was wondering whether "Ghost" was an image or soundtrack song for the show in Japan. Now, I would digress even further except that another annoying, more persistent voice in my head is chiding me for neglecting to study for this test and for not working on that big essay due Friday. Damn school. Is a measly snow day too much to ask?

Update (10:48 pm): Finally! Vindication! Those administrators saw some sense at last! Now to get cracking on that CSS Profile thing…

It's hard to believe, but there's only seven days left until Barack Obama's inauguration. And with only seven days remaining of George W. Bush's stay in the White House, I have to admit… I feel a little sorry for him. He's an idiot, of course. But a well-intentioned one. These articles pretty much sum it up.

In other news, monster snow storms are sweeping across this part of the U.S. (if there isn't a snow day tomorrow, I'll club someone), and I have officially received two college acceptance letters. One of them has already invited me into their honors program. I'm still waiting on the other one.

Your hot dance/homosexuality-themed video pick of the day:

What? I like girl-on-girl action.

Wait… actually, that guy-on-guy thing was hotter.

Midterm exams next week. Test on calculus tomorrow (assuming no snow day, of course). And a whole lotta odious volunteer work to be worked on over the weekend. Gah.

Update (1/15/09): I'm going to club someone.