Dear student with a paper due tomorrow and an Endnote problem: I'm sorry I can't fix your weird problem over IM without being able to see your screen, and that our Endnote instructor doesn't work Sunday nights. That's about the extent of what I can offer you, though.
#namefacts My father's first name is Nello. During my mom's pregnancy he thought I would be a junior. Here I come along and my mom throws up the stop sign. "Nello junior? HAYELL NO. His name is Derrick. We're done here."
If I have been a bit on the quiet side on FF lately, it's because we are moving to a larger house and dealing with all the attendant details of said process. Our house is under contract (yay!), we have a contract on a new old house (yay!), inspections at both houses turned up a large-ish amount of work to be done (boo!).
Dreamt the LSW held an unconference during a small college's intersession, and it was more like the most organized flash mob ever. Interpretive dance had to be moved to the quad because special collections had been taken over by the catalogers. The registration packet included a coloring book.