I just approved a comment on a post from early 2003:
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So don’t stop reading it, ok? You know you want to have graet sex for the rest of ur life!
I’ve been meaning to write about my classes for the past week, but it seems like something keeps getting in the way. You know, like the Algebra homework I need to do after I write this. (A writing exercise on what two goals I have for the class. Uhm, yeah.)
I’m taking Biology I this semester. I took it a bajillion years ago (1988), but according to my transcripts it was one of the victims of me not going to class. Since I plan to major in a science-related field, I’ll need to know this stuff, so I’m doing it over.
My teacher seems to be a nice enough man, but he is terrible at lecturing. Absolutely horrible. I sit in the front row (I’m such a brown-noser) and I can barely hear him. Especially when he turns and talks to the board while writing notes on it. On top of that, he is Hispanic and has a very thick accent, so sometimes it is very hard to understand what he is saying. Then, on top of that, he drones on and on in one flat, even tone. One that seems to put people into a coma. The fact that the class is from 7:50 – 10:50 doesn’t help – there is supposed to be a lab, but so far he has just talked. Ugh.
The first day of class, the asshat student of the bunch made himself known. Granted, the guy is hard to listen to – but still, I think it was wrong that the asshat came up to him during our break and told him how he should speak up and change his tone from time to time. In a snotty-manner. Not nice, just flat-out rude.
The second day of the class, the teacher started to cover Darwin and the Theory of Evolution. The asshat brought us dangerously close to the topic of Intelligent design by asking if it was true that Darwin recanted on his deathbed and said that his theory was wrong. The teacher laughed. Really, even if Darwin recanted because he felt the Christians of the world were against him, it doesn’t matter – many people have proved his theory since then.
I had to stop myself from laughing because the whole situation made me immediately think of Mac and her love of the Intelligent Design concept. I wonder how asshat would have reacted if I had brought up the Flying Spaghetti Monster and His Noodly Appendage in response to his comment.
I’m glad we didn’t go down the Intelligent Design path. Now if we could just get my teacher to speak up, and the asshat to keep his mouth shut.
I thought I was a knitting machine. Then I saw this – the REAL Knitting Machine. Just how hysterical is that? Has anyone in the North Adams, MA area gone to see it?
Just think of all the yarn!
[First seen at Core77.com with photos, thanks to a link sent to me by Katie.]
I’ve been on a cleaning mission today, which included clearing out my e-mail and the blog comment spam. Spam can be so amusing sometimes. I received an e-mail with the subject line of “absolutely last mortgage spam EVER!” Uhm, right. I appreciate the honesty though, admitting that it is spam.
Then going through my comment spam (can I get a whoo whoo for the WordPress moderation feature? It is slick…) I discovered about 300 spam comments where they forgot to put their URL anywhere. I’m thinking that spamming doesn’t do you a lot of good if you don’t include the link to your site, you know? Because a comment from “Poker” telling me how great my site is isn’t really going to help their search engine ranking without that link.
Spammers. Serious rocket scientists, I tell you…
I didn’t ever own an ’80s Boombox, although I’m sure I wanted one at one point in time. Well, maybe not – I’ve always been into cool, small gadgets so I was probably pretty happy with my Sony Walkman. Either way, this has to be one of the coolest crafty things I have ever seen – the Boombox bag. Taking the music to the streets.