Today (tomorrow, actually, but Saturdays are freebies, essentially a dimension separate from the space-time continuum we pretend to inhabit) be the last chapter of the penultimate week of scholarship & next, everyone examines their failure with a drunken arrest chaser or whatever it is college kids do these days, smartphone sex orgies, Oompa Loompa hunting, public transportationista confessions, I just want it to be over, especially with the beautiful monolith of Ten Whole Days Away From Here Praise Cthulhu ready to fall with a ferocity, mocking the flaccid Pisan tourist trap, grinding panoramas into the nepenthe of sweet, sweet oblivion & snow shoveling why shovel, you won't have to go anywhere, won't have to conjure faux-pithy commentary on worldwide &/or local fuckery, won't have to do anything but conceive of an overly-intricate plan to assassinate writer's block with a soon-to-be-legendary sangfroid & toast yourself in the aftermath. Oh, & pizza rolls.
Friday, December 10, 2010
I've got the end-of-the-semester-what-the-fuck-oh-it-ain't-really-the-end-aw-shucks blues
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Surely you jest. Does this mean we won't have the wizard of wit to kick around for a week or two? What will we do? The rethuglicans stole Christmas like a Grinch and now this. You expect us to go cold turkey from our snark addiction? How cruel.
Graves, you swine!
I'm assuming that your pizza rolls are from Ray's and contain actual pizza boys?
Have a nice break, pagan.
Rgds,
TG
demeur, not until post-Xmas, I'm simply publicly vomiting my semesterial burnout.
tengrain, see above, but with a little pepperoni for flavor.
What do you teach?
My sweetie Martin teaches Physics. There's a mountain of exams to grade, then we're outta here, off to Germany and Austria. I can't wait!
Everyone needs a break every now and again because it's hard work to conjure faux-pithy commentary on worldwide &/or local fuckery I know! ;~)
susan t, cog in the machine 101. Teach? I'm simply a library peon. Anyone who teaches has got the brass or is certifiable.
Make sure you take & post pictures of your trip!
liberality, if only I were a programmer extraordinaire, I could come up with software to pithily comment on current events by plugging in a few simple keywords.
Interesting music from that John Lee Hooker fellow. A little primitive, but he plays pretty well. I mean, you know, for a Negro.
But real blues should come from important people, the Haves and the Have Mores.
I've got the "Well my yacht club dues are late and the country club ran out of smoked venison" Blues. Yeah! Gets the old blue blood circulating, and I start snapping my fingers at the waiter after a few sips of Cognac.
I know that after I hunt Oompa Loompas that nothing satisfies like a Tortinos pizza roll.
//& pizza rolls//
a rolling pizza gathers no Parmesan.
". . . mocking the flaccid Pisan tourist trap"
I detect an islet of performance anxiety in this stream of consciousness. The exercise of shoveling the horrible white stuff will help.
Re: pizza rolls. Eww, nasty. Better you should focus on whole-grain pancakes with walnuts, topped with hot maple syrup and bananas. That, and a cup of hot, fresh, rich, full-bodied coffee from . . . Oh, that's right. Well, for you, Instant Postum, or whatever it is you prefer. :)
Seriously, enjoy your time off. I'd say you deserve it, but after the previous post . . .
speaking of blues:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfgDXd0Cc2c
Will you have to shovel a path for the pizza roll delivery dude? Maybe you can make it a straight and narrow one.
Thanks for the heads-up that you plan a disappearance. Last time there were search and rescue teams gearing up.
I'm hoping that digital camera you are flashing around here indicates you've upgraded to a blog stalker phone, so you can be reached via email during reruns of "I Dream of Jeanie" in the event you are off the next several days, because like all good poets, your skills at vagary have me confused, but that's just a high state between commercials, I hear.
(Sticking with the all-in-one sentence comment.)
tom, I'll tell you what, he's no Christopher Cross.
LBR, I hope you don't use pizza rolls to lure Oompa Loompas!
okjimm, just for the record, cheese is the least important part of the pizza, I hope everyone understands this.
SWA, Freud might ask why you, sir, read such things into online texts & even worse, why you spend your money on that awful swill that Starbucks tries to pass off as coffee. :)
thatgirl, not bad, but I still prefer the Zep version. Though points for being light years ahead of most Zep covers.
susan, it's possible DeathStorm 2010 might kill all of NE Ohio off on Monday, but that's why I bought a tank from the Army-Navy store.
FB, there's an app for that? I Dream of Jeannie she's a light brown hare now in De Gaulle's cookware. Given the popularity of the Droid (I guess, I still use telegraph) why hasn't Styx begun to market their own downloadable Mr. Roboto adventure game? All the kids love Styx.
no no no no..... cheese IS the Pizza!!! Just ask me, I'll tell ya!!!
okjimm, I'm with Randal on this one. For me, sauce and crust are paramount.
Mes sentiments, mais mieux exprimés.
I accidentally spilled some sangfroid on the sofa. I got it out with club soda! ;o)
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