I didn't make it home last night. The meteorologists were calling for three to six inches plus of snow and I wasn't willing to risk life and limb to get home or, worse yet, be unable to make it out to work today. Fortunately, the provost makes provisions for things like these and, after a brief telephone call, I had a free room booked at the college's alumni center, a mere two-minute drive away from my office.
After spending a few hours working on a tutorial for one of my classes, I went to the local student hang-out spot to eat a light dinner. Got in to my room and spent a little while talking to Pebbles on the cellphone (God bless Sprint's free night and weekend plan!). After a while, we mutually decided to end the conversation and watch television. She was tired, I could tell in her voice. The poor thing, she'd been up for most of Sunday and yesterday working on her dissertation. A messy task indeed, lots and lots of horrible facts and figures that must be carefully processed by the astute statistical package known as SPSS to yield earth-shattering results such as "your students aren't dumb, they're just a lazy lot!". Oh well, such is the life of a young academic.
Spent a little while watching Fear Factor, the Reality TV Star edition, where they had a few celebrities from various reality-based programmes, such as The Apprentice, American Idol, and Survivor. A fickle lot they were and it helped to re-iterate in my mind how bad, or to borrow a phrase from Simon, "bloody awful", American television has become! After spending the better portion of an hour watching these "newbie" celebrities do things like get bitten by snakes while trying to unscrew a pair of bolts inside of a glass cage, dip their heads into a nice slimy pile of worms, then pick up said pile of worms with their mouths and unload them into a blender filled with water, for the purpose of making a smoothie out of poor creatures (mmm, yummmy, worm protein health drink!) I was forced to ask myself the amazingly profound question: "Why the f*ck am I watching this?"
So, I flip a few channels, and end up on VH1...just in time to glean the fact that Jessica Simpson is ditzier than Paris Hilton, Ellen DeGeneres is gayer than Rosie O'Donnell, Lindsay Lohan is more (contemporary) Britney Spears-er than Hillary Duff, and Angelina Jolie is weirder than Colin Farrell. Ok, so I once more question my motive: "Why the "f*ck am I watching this?"
And so it went on all throughout the night...the last thing I remember before falling into a heat-induced coma is watching segments of some "relatively" recent Van Damme movie called In Hell and musing at the fact that Jean-Claude is definately beginning to look weird...wasn't he a sex symbol once?
After spending a few hours working on a tutorial for one of my classes, I went to the local student hang-out spot to eat a light dinner. Got in to my room and spent a little while talking to Pebbles on the cellphone (God bless Sprint's free night and weekend plan!). After a while, we mutually decided to end the conversation and watch television. She was tired, I could tell in her voice. The poor thing, she'd been up for most of Sunday and yesterday working on her dissertation. A messy task indeed, lots and lots of horrible facts and figures that must be carefully processed by the astute statistical package known as SPSS to yield earth-shattering results such as "your students aren't dumb, they're just a lazy lot!". Oh well, such is the life of a young academic.
Spent a little while watching Fear Factor, the Reality TV Star edition, where they had a few celebrities from various reality-based programmes, such as The Apprentice, American Idol, and Survivor. A fickle lot they were and it helped to re-iterate in my mind how bad, or to borrow a phrase from Simon, "bloody awful", American television has become! After spending the better portion of an hour watching these "newbie" celebrities do things like get bitten by snakes while trying to unscrew a pair of bolts inside of a glass cage, dip their heads into a nice slimy pile of worms, then pick up said pile of worms with their mouths and unload them into a blender filled with water, for the purpose of making a smoothie out of poor creatures (mmm, yummmy, worm protein health drink!) I was forced to ask myself the amazingly profound question: "Why the f*ck am I watching this?"
So, I flip a few channels, and end up on VH1...just in time to glean the fact that Jessica Simpson is ditzier than Paris Hilton, Ellen DeGeneres is gayer than Rosie O'Donnell, Lindsay Lohan is more (contemporary) Britney Spears-er than Hillary Duff, and Angelina Jolie is weirder than Colin Farrell. Ok, so I once more question my motive: "Why the "f*ck am I watching this?"
And so it went on all throughout the night...the last thing I remember before falling into a heat-induced coma is watching segments of some "relatively" recent Van Damme movie called In Hell and musing at the fact that Jean-Claude is definately beginning to look weird...wasn't he a sex symbol once?
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tv really getting silly actually
You'd have been better off just going to sleep.
Anyhow, good to hear from you. Was beginning to wonder if they had cut you off from the net.
Re the heap of snow...another reason why I still live in Ja. We only have hurricanes to contend with! ;-) Dr. D.
Dawg, on nights like those CNN, BBC, and all the Discovery chanels are your best friend.
....did you have a change of clothes on you? did you wash your undies and put them on the radiator to dry?