Comic for Friday, January 9, 2009

Posted: 6:20 am, Friday, January 9th

I'm awfully tired right now and would like to go to sleep, but I want to get a few 'graphs in before I hit the sack. I watched about twenty minutes of what was doubtlessly the best made-for-TV movie I've ever seen. (Quick sidenote: I went through an extremely brief period in high school when I thought that made-for-TV movies were the bomb. This, combined with my equally short-lived period of infatuation with Heather Locklear, led to me watching, in its entirety, the full four hours of "Texas Justice." My only defense is that I believe I was hoping that Dennis Franz's involvement would bring along the policies of NYPD Blue, and that this would result in Heather Locklear being naked at one point. Didn't happen.Cured me over my thing for made-for-TV movies, though.) Anyway, this thing I saw last night was a Sci-fi Original: Sharks in Venice. If you have a DVR or whatever, I implore you to set it up so that you can watch this thing sometime. Dear God, just sheer brilliance. You shouldn't need to know anything other than the fact it stars Stephen Baldwin, but if you do need more, here we go. And keep in mind I only watched twenty minutes of this.

• Baldwin's dad was lost in a scuba incident in Venice. His two codivers were cut to pieces, supposedly by the rotors. When Baldwin gets the news, his face doesn't move. Stevie B is rocking some heavy valium the entire time.
• When he's in the Italian morgue to ID the bodies, the doctor dramatically whips back the sheet on a body whose lower half has been shredded. Because of course a body with a face is unidentifiable - Stevie would half to ID the pelvic area.
• There was a great exhange when Stevie, the love interest, and the Italian police lady all get to the dad's ransacked apartment.
  Love interest: "Why are you more worried about that than finding out who did this?!"
  Police lady: "I haven't said that we don't already know."
  Love interest: "You haven't said anything."
  I - wha?
• The love interest, it should be noted, was "an expert on Medieval times." Like, the theme restaurant?
• I stopped watching right about this point, but the whole thing was eventually going to turn into Snakes in a Da Vinci Code, I think, because there was a lenghty cut away to "the Eighth Crusade," which was won by the Medicis... of Venice. What?
• The Eighth Crusade was a French affair.

Just a great, great shitstorm. Beautiful. I can't wait to watch the rest of it.

I see Florida won last night. Dammit, I can't stand Urban Meyer.

I'm sorry for how small Pete's Casual Encounter search is, but I hadn't figured out how to do a screencap with a Mac yet. I have since, but I only remembered that I did just this very second (it is now the morning as I type this), and I don't have time to go back and fix it up. Craig's List is the best.

Friday! I have no idea how this is only the first week back from vacation. Wednesday was horrifying, but yesterday was much better. I had a full-on curse-out by one of my students, but it was more funny than anything else. He was a freshmen, and one of the seniors - who has been in a great deal of *actual* trouble - came up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and said, "Dude, relax. It's just a pre-suspension. It's OK." It was hilarious.

I ordered a bunch of books last week... I hope they come today.

Weekend!

bullfrog

ad -- Friday, January 9 2009, 08:44 am

I love the way students self-police-tells you so much about what they actually think and value. I had one student tell two girls in class to "Quit your bitching" and both refused to understand that he hadn't in fact called them bitches.

Congrats on getting them to respect you enough to expend the energy to shut up the silly trouble-makers. No small feat, that.

That's only my one freshman class. The one I have in the middle of the day is 100% grade-A batshit insane.

My advice for the classroom to you is to bring a hobo into your classroom. Tell him to sit down and when he does anything (and I mean anything), you take out a pistol and fucking shoot him in the face. The class will be ready to listen to your lecture on Yeats; that is a guarantee. Also, there is nothing more satisfying than killing a hobo., the ultimate prey...

And then yell "Fuck you hobo!! I got you!!"

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