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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Shame on me

Here I was this morning all talking about me and my shit and I forgot THE most important thing that happened ALL FUCKING DAY!!!!

Zack Greinke won the Cy fucking Young award!!!

To borrow a phrase from a fellow blogger who also loves baseball.

"Can I get a WOOT!?!?!?"

Seriously the Royals are fucking losers of the first waters, and yet they have the best pitcher in baseball in their midst.

Speaking of which:

or:

This kid can fucking PITCH!

Sometimes it gets better...

Thankfully, this cold is improving. I was sooo miserable Monday and Tuesday I hardly got through the days. Luckily the classes I subbed yesterday were back to back, so I was through in record time and headed home where I stayed. This morning it's a bit of a sore throat but other than that I'm pretty much back to normal.

And it's a good thing too! This morning I have to meet with a guy about my office furniture, look at an honor students presentation for Friday and give her suggestions on it. Go to pottery class and glaze a bunch of stuff, make six little pie tins and a pitcher, grade some papers, and teach from 6-9. Piece of cake.

The house is a wreck from my laying around being sickly, and there's no time to fix it until maybe Friday.

The killer of Jorge Stephen Lopez Mercado says he was in a gay panic when he killed. Oh, please. When will people figure out that such a thing doesn't exist? How much do you want to bet that Mercado was a skinny little twink who this big guy cold easily have taken in a fight. But he got scared when he saw a hard penis instead of a vagina. Really? We're so fucked up about sexual matters that we'll believe anything.

Speaking of which have I mentioned how that several members of one of my classes went ape-shit upon discovering the content of RENT. They displayed unconscionable manners when laying their own morality on the material. There was a brief but unpleasant diatribe by their professor about how we're not here for THAT SHIT. We're here to discuss the theatricality of the piece, not the morality the audience is imposing on it. One of the students gave me a critique that said something to the effect of "I can't review the whole thing cause I left half way through." I gave it back with a "c" and a note. "I paid you the same courtesy you paid these actors, I left halfway through." What do you want to bet I hear from the Dean.
THAT discussion I'm ready for.

See! Feeling better already.

And so it goes.


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