Stupidly Happy

There's an XTC song called Stupidly Happy, and that's how I feel tonight. It's one of those evenings when everything seems to be in its proper place. So much so, in fact, I decided to forego grading of any kind. My students took a test on Tuesday and I returned it to them today. They can wait until after the weekend for this week's graded assignments. I also met this afternoon with my department chair about my student evaluations, which were exceptionally good. There was much sound and fury over the perception of too much homework and the unfair nature of chapter outlines, and, yet, they still gave rave reviews. "Ah! Too much work! Too hard! But I'm learning." Damn straight.

My reward was to watch a couple episodes of Firefly. I recently bought the shows on DVD and have been re-watching, and dang.... what a great concept, and what an amazing cast. I laugh aloud anytime Jayne opens his mouth. And Mal (above) is my hero. I want to be a gunslinging smuggler. Wait. That's what I used to say when I was 6 years old. Based on another scoundrel. When do I get to call myself an adult?

Oh, and a study released today said 24 ounces of beer daily is healthy for males. Good thing I've got my English pint glass handy and filled with foaming ale. 90 Shilling Ale, by the way. Good stuff.