I'm crossing my fingers that I'll be back in grad school in about a year or two and riding out this disaster of an economy in an ivory tower somewhere.
I keep cracking up over this. . .I really want to send a ringer in who will whip out his/her cell phone right in front of the booth and report back on if DT yells over the soundsystem/stops the record/brings up the house lights/storms out in a hissy fit.