Writers whose works I love: Neal Stephenson, Thomas Pynchon, Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, Herman Melville, Ishmael Reed, Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Feodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and James Joyce.
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Brian, are you trying to kill me? I’m only on my second cup of coffee. But yeah, I think some students go into psych to get counseling, not to become one.
Amber, I have no idea why, but this kind of thing happens all the time. I always tell them, ‘It’s public writing, don’t write about things you wouldn’t read aloud.’ I guess now I should say ‘things you wouldn’t post to Facebook.’
Unfortunately, we don’t keep the dogs in take-away boxes.
Their crate cost like a hundy.
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No, but they had Bath.
/tip your waitresses, try the veal, etc.
Ha. I usually go with ‘I’ve been online since 1994. Longer than most of you have been alive. Do not try me for I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.’
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: My Cousin is Stewpid
There are no words.
Surely.
And he probably got himself uninvited to next year’s Masters. STEWPID.
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: Ain’t No Thang.
CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE
There are also cookies, which is where my head’s at.
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: I dun lost a follower
I lost one too!
It was Stormer.
Him with the mustaches.
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: dysfunctionarian replied to your post: I dun lost…
I don’t think he followed me to begin with. THANKS FOR POINTING OUT EVEN MORE FOLLOWERS I DON’T HAVE. /SOB
This aggression will not stand.
I shall be your second.
Thanks, but it’s not really a honor—this is a nice conference, but I doubt they turn many folks away.
It’s one of the things I’m expected to do as a real live boy professor, but I’m only going to conferences in cities I want to visit from now on—the big perk is the my college pays my travel expenses. I just have to find a cheap flight for J to come too.
Oh, I’m so super awesome that I got rejected from the superduper conference where some of the book’s other contributors are presenting.
But book chapters are great; I love the feeling of knowing my ideas are going to be gathering dust in some libraries until the end of time books are boxed up and put into storage.
So what about the fact that being born makes said baby a deduction? And that being born is one of the biggest costs one incurs in life? Babies be expensive.
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: HVAC!!
NO! Do you have space heaters?! Snow suits!? I just couldn’t.
we have lived with space heaters for three years as well as a couple of window units that tried to cool the house in the blast furnaces of Jawja summers.
The best (no, wait that was the worstest) was last winter when the gas heater in our bedroom broke and was spewing CO. The dogs wouldn’t play or sleep in that room. But, being idiots, we slept in there and nearly died. Deeeelightful.
Can’t wait to be rid of all the mid-20th century and even 19th century heaters and the window units that are such eyesores and barely useful. #whitewhine
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: dysfunctionarian replied to your post: HVAC!! NO!…
Geez. And here I was just whining because the place we moved into in August doesn’t seem to heat above 68. That’s fine for sleeping, but it’s a big open space and we’re pretty chilly during the day. SWEATPANTS PARTY.
Eh, it’s all relative.
The nice thing about our part of Jawja is that it never really gets that cold—we get a frost or two in the winter, an ice storm once a year maybe, and a dusting of snow every decade. The summers without central air are just beastly.
Wearing fingerless gloves to type my class stuff on Blackboard is going to be over tomorrow, however, and that will be a delight!
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: Anxiety Dreams
I have a recurring dream every so often where I skipped a science class all semester and didn’t seem to even know I was in the class, and then I had to learn everything for finals so I could graduate.
Ha. That must be fun.
One of my friends in grad school had the apotheosis of this dream, I think. She walked into orals in the dream, and her advisor told her, ‘Kelly, instead of British literature, we’re going to test you on General Relativity. And please welcome our special examiner for today, Professor Einstein.’ Enter Albert. End dream.
dysfunctionarian replied to your post: you’re lucky. i have the “unprepared for an exam” dream about every two or three months, and i have since probably high school. i also have several variations thereof, including my personal favorite: “i forgot i was taking this college class and accidentally quit going about two weeks into the semester and now it’s the last day of class.” these dreams will haunt me forever.
Ohhhh my ex is a bartender, and he has bar dreams all the time. One night he was talking in his sleep and he kept saying, “RING MONTY UP AS CHARDONNAY.” Monty is my dog.
Totally hilarious and believable.
I haven’t dreamed about my old job at a chowderhouse in years, but I used to dream about being six tables deep, all entrees and apps coming out, drink orders messed up, and then being sat a couple of new tables.
