I went into the office today specifically because we had a department meeting scheduled from 2:00-2:30. At around noon, my manager sent an e-mail out announcing the postponement of the meeting until tomorrow at noon.
Okay, here’s the deal: I am supposed to be on vacation starting today for the rest of the year. I guess I’ll go in tomorrow again. Grrrrr.
While we waited for class to start, the professor was talking about how she had given a TV show a third chance to “be funny.” It was one of those that people keep telling her is so funny, but once again it didn’t work for her.
Whenever I hear people talk about how something is or isn’t funny, I always think of one of my favorite puns of all time, and I related it to the class.
Two cannibals were eating a clown. One turns to the other and says, “Does this taste funny to you?”
After Sandy, Rebecca, Brian, and Michelle, I did the last presentation of my ENG 515 Rhetoric of Science and Technology class, and penultimate grad school presentation. The final one will be Thursday in my other class.
I felt real good about my presentation, though as usual, I spoke way too fast during it. Oh well. At least it was entertaining (from what I could tell), and it certainly was organized. At the end of it, I asked Sandy to help me distribute my gift to each person in the class, which was a copy of:
I’d mentioned this book during the semester, as it’s a classic study in the notions of the reliable narrator vs. the unreliable narrator. Inside, I’d inscribed a note to each student, and signed it in admiration/appreciation of their intellect.
After class, all of us—minus the Andrews—went over to Porters for some drinks and appetizers. It was a very nice time. Our professor picked up the tab for the first round of drinks. Sweet.
After a few drinks we had a mini-round of confessions, during which the professor admitted she didn’t always know the answers to the questions she posed on the discussion board.
I followed by confessing that during my second turn at summarizing the discussion board responses and leading the class discussion, I challenged myself to see if I could do that without having read one of the three articles at all. And I did.
At home, before hitting the sack, I took about a 30-minute online Nielson/NetRating survey, for which they are sending me $15 in the mail.