Meetings

I have yet to discover a more wasteful expenditure of time than meetings.Rarely does anything get accomplished; when it does, it takes approximately five times longer than necessary. I say this because I am sitting at a group meeting right now for a pointless presentation in a class that has next to no relevance to my life. And I've sat in on enough meetings thus far in my life to know that they all take the same form.

It's sort of like trying to solve a Rubik's cube where one person acts as the eyes and the brain and the other person acts as the hands that physically manipulate the cube. In other words, it's frightfully inefficient.

On the plus side, here I am tapping away on this blog while everyone else chatters about irrelevant things. I choose to broadcast my irrelevancies to the tubes rather than the people in my immediate vicinity.

Okay, enough talk about meetings. I don't care about them. Today we got the first snow of the season. I suppose that's quite exciting. It's cold and wet, which I can deal with just as soon as I get a nice pair of boots and/or stop wearing shoes with holes in the bottom. I stepped in a particularly unpleasant puddle on the way to the Union about 45 minutes ago, and now my feet are moist. Otherwise, I rather like the snow. It makes everything all white and cool-looking, and sometimes melts and re-freezes, turning the trees into popsicles.

I'm bored of writing this post. I'll come back later or something.