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Strip for Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

The King of Sausage.

Posted: 6:08 am, Wednesday, January 25th

Seriously, I had no idea that Gravesend was still technically a place. And even if it was, I thought it was out at the end of Flatbush or somewhere. It actually starts very close to my house. Who knew? I thought about a picture of the, you know, actual graves, but then it dawned on me that there are no leaves on the trees, and how could I, in good conscience, not post a photo of "King of the Sausage"?

I love those Onion political cartoons.

Slate linked to this old VW ad the other day, and I have to say, this made a huge impact on me back in 1998 or -9 or whenever. I think it basically convinced me that city living was the way to go. Now, of course, bedbugs prevent me from ever taking anything off the street (there was a *suh-weet* couch near school a few weeks back that would've been awesome in my classroom).

 

I've lost most of my enthusiasm for Glee, but will still watch it if 2.0 DVRs it (as opposed to House Hunters International, which I will leave the room for). I'm not sure how recently this episode aired, but Will (the terrible fucking teacher main adult character) recently proposed to the guidance counselor, but not before making her feel terrible about her OCD about germs or whatever they've turned that into. The manner of his proposal was, of course, a song, but it was not *just* a song. It was a song involving the school's sychronized swim team, which I think had only been revealed to exist earlier in that hour. Now, obviously, Glee is a bizarre-o fantasty world where people - all people - can sing perfectly, but, as a high school teacher, I had to pause and ask 2.0 what she would've thought had I proposed to her while using my female students as bathing suit-clad props in the background, singing "We Found Love in a Lonely Place," which, in the Glee example, refers to the accurate-but-probably-unintended fact that high school is often an emotionally cold and lonely place. 2.0 nodded off halfway through my long, digressing hypothetical.

We gave the Regents exam in English yesterday. Today, we grade. Let's see how these kids did! (Pray for Omarion.)

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