Try A FIVE-Leaf Clover. They're Luckier.

Today was a ridiculously good news sort of day, and save for me biting my lip all to hell this morning during breakfast (which I thought was a sure sign of the bad to come) it actually turned out all right.

If I survive tomorrow then it's weekend time.

First off, I read on the news stuff this morning that David Tennant is making Sir Jonathan Miller eat crow. A lot of it.

Here's why: Back a few months ago, David Tennant was starting out on Hamlet in Stratford, and Miller said something to someone about only celebrities getting the good roles and specifically referred to Tennant, who's currently playing the Doctor.

About three people (at least) leapt to David Tennant's defense at the time, saying he IS a classically trained actor, has done Hamlet and indeed, has worked in Stratford long BEFORE he was the Doctor. This is all true.

So David Tennant is playing Berowne in Love's Labour's Lost at the moment and is according to most critics, doing a wonderful job as usual. A couple of the critics felt fit to remind people of what Miller had said, kind of as a "Ha ha, in your face" kind of thing.

And may I remind those still skeptical of David Tennant's greatness (you know who you are)(and shame on you for not realizing his amazing-ness before) that Tennant himself has never said a word in his own defense, and has instead gone back to his JOB and done it WELL?

That's pretty much it: David Tennant's great, getting greater all the time. Sir Jonathan Miller can stuff it, eat crow, and fess up to being an idiot. And I'm just happy that David Tennant's doing well at what he does again. Pretty soon he'll be a Sir himself.

Item 2 on the list of things that made my day just dandy... this one has to do with me.

At UWEC, we have these things called degree audits. They are a summary of the classes we've taken, the classes we will take, and the classes we need to take.

Mine, of course, is quite confusing as I have a full four years worth of classes in it, and I've filled in a lot of blanks.

One thing I didn't know (or chose to ignore, or didn't see because sometimes I forget to pay attention to things) was that I need a minor to graduate, along with my major.

Now, if I started a NEW minor it's going to take another year to get out of here, and for me that's unacceptable. No way.

So, I decided to test the waters and try for a Lit minor with my Creative Writing major. Problem is, in recent years you can't go for a major and minor in the same department. Too much overlap and confusion.

But my degree audit let me when it shouldn't have. And I was confused.

So, I go see my advisor. He asks questions of someone else to try and sort out what I've done wrong.

And it turns out I am probably holding some sort of mutated clover leaf. That's the only explanation I've got for me skidding by with a Lit minor and a Creative Writing major. Because I can. And I'm going to.

Folks, countrypeople, readers...I am getting out of here in the spring. This spring. THE spring.

HEE HEE HEE.

So with that out of the way, Number 3 is: An entire pepperoni pizza sitting downstairs in the KT fridge (wouldn't fit in mine) waiting to be eaten.

That's it. David Tennant rocks. I'm finally zeeing light at zee end of a very long tunnel. And there's pizza.

Ta,
Bec