google screams

probably won't be this way by the time any of you get around to checking it out, but google's banner is celebrating munch's birthday with a "scream" banner. so fitting i think i'll die.

but just think: the thing is due tomorrow. ready or not, the semester ends tomorrow. i've decided to be ready. it's much better than the alternative.

current timeline: should be able to finish the damn thing by about 4 or 5 this morning. provided that i manage to use the stuff i hope to use.

currently, nabokov himself is posing the biggest problem by saying that i'm wrong about his work. but i've got nothing else to say, and no avenues to research other topics, and this topic was approved, dammit. i'm interpreting that approval thus: nabokov be damned [not really], full speed ahead. i'll write that he's doing stuff he insists he isn't doing. sure. authors lie about their writing. all the time. it's like a required hobby for them.

anyway, thank you, google, for having pictures of the butterflies i need to describe.

love and peace