I am currently in that state of abstracted madness known to all who teach - I am marking undergraduate essays. In between chewing my hands and barking at the ceiling, that is.
One student, in an essay on absurdist theatre, and having pointed out that a pair of characters almost managed to do something, has just informed me solemnly that "as my
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*HOWL* I'm glad you said "nearly" 'cause I'm not sure anything could forgive the two tubs of Cheez Whiz. Unless he was devastatingly handsome, like, say, Orlando Bloom. *G*
And "slumber of uselessness" actually sounds pretty amusingly descriptive, but I think it will take the consumption of some Snickers and Cheez Whiz before I can figure out what social ontology is...lol...
I want you to know that you make me laugh and snort and otherwise make unladylike noises. I hope that was your intent. :)
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Unfortunately, I inevitably crack jokes when appealing for sympathy. I used to do it even when I was badly depressed and seeing a psychiatrist (when having the inevitable mid-PhD breakdown). She used to say, 'Stop being funny!' I have some sub-Woody Allen urge to turn misery into bad stand-up.
Tell you what, though, a big nice helping of 'Touching' would make my tail wag....?
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So I honestly won't tell you to stop being funny 'cause I think laughter is a great healer. But sometimes maybe you just need to pause on the funny stuff and let people know a little bit about how you're really feeling.
And we will shower you with hugs and affection and--well, looking around at this lot, prolly some Woody Allen-esque stand-up. :P
*sends you much feel-good vibes and happiness that the cretin will soon be gone*
As for Touching, it's on the list, but I'm afraid I promised myself and my best friend I would use NaNoWriMo month to work exhaustively on my original fiction. So I hope you can forgive me if there's a slight delay before more VigBeanie love hits the pipes...granted my origific has ( ... )
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