The marking period ends tomorrow and I'm getting observed today by someone from my collitch, so pardon me for my brevity here. It's not like tons of interesting stuff happen in these parts anymore, anyway. I've spent most of the night grading essays on Greek gods, some of which were very well-written and creative, and more of which signed off by telling me they like my ties (yes, I wear a tie most days). I'll leave you to figure out which ones get the 90s. (The ties, since that's a subject that makes me weep less, seem to be a matter of great fascination. I was offered nineteen dollars and fifty cents for this number yesterday.)(That is so not my Flickr page.) I have also been told that I am the best teacher some of my students have ever had, which leads me to believe I am the only one who has never threatened to flay them alive.
Don't let any of that mislead, I'm actually in spirits-high mode these days. Sure, the fact that all the girls in the class went apeshit yesterday when I trotted in Twilight was pretty depressing, but as bad at writing at Stephanie Meyer is (I'm not sure if that's how you spell her name, and I'm not interested enough to figure it out), she's better than Zane. Hell, some of my low-performing kids are better than Zane. Have you read any of those 'urban noir' books? They're graphic as all hell, but written with all the passion of a biology textbook. I'm not kidding, one passage read, "He was hynotized by her vagina." What? Was it spinning on a pinwheel? Was he getting sleepy? Did he think he was a chicken? Brutal.
Less brutal, the glory train that is ND basketball. We have tOSU over the weekend, and hopefully we can avenge the Fiesta Bowl, as if that were possible. The 'Gode could nuke the Bucks so bad that Greg Oden dies in the rubble and it never alleviate an ounce of agony from that fucking game. But at least one of the seniors is blogging for the Times, that's pretty cool.
At long last, Dennis Hopper talks about WTF was up with his playing Bowser in Super Mario Brothers, the movie. Unfortunately, they didn't ask him about being the ref in those weird... Reebok ? ads in the early 90s. (Glorious YouTube, they were Nike ads. Silly Bullfrog.)
Alright, we good? Outtie.
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Bullfrog -- Wednesday, December 3 2008, 06:23 am
Also, the early reports is that the Robot of Roughly Average Intelligence is back.
Bullfrog -- Wednesday, December 3 2008, 08:04 am
Early reports is... Dear God, Mr. Bullfrog. Early word is, I should've said.