I have handed in and/or e-submitted all of my cataloging assignments. Phew. That was hard. Yay for being done!

Last night I think the Green Line train I was on was haunted. The signs kept changing between "B Boston College," "Instructional Car," and "Out of Service," and I heard some really weird noises between Boylston and Park Street. The kind of noises a Ghost Train might make. A really loud Ghost Train, obviously, because these mysterious noises were audible above the normal screechy noises of a non-haunted Green Line train. Is it a coincidence that Boylston and Park St. are among the oldest stations on the line, and indeed in the country??? I don't think so.

Here's a news item I wanted to call to all of your attention: Boy Scout Jamboree... OF DEATH!. So far at this year's national Boy Scout Jamboree, four people have been electrocuted to death, and dozens have been hospitalized with heat-related illnesses. Well, that sounds like a good time, doesn't it? Heck of a jamboree. Also, please note that the specific identifier in the URL for this article is "boy_scouts_all_started_screaming".

Today as I was walking to school, there was a flock of Canada geese on the same sidewalk with me. It was hilarious; they were pretty slow, and they were walking two by two down the Fenway in front of the Gardner museum, and I walked right past them (I was within a foot of them) and they either ignored me entirely or shot me brief worried glances. Cracked me up.