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Andy Darr

Weird Science

Nov 4, 2005

Andy Darr doing some reading.
Gentle Readers,
I apologize for the cranky nature of my last post. I’m usually in the habit of taking angst out on inanimate objects; it wasn’t fair of me to direct it at you.

If you haven’t already experienced Tori Amos’s album Boys for Pele, I suggest you do. Lest ye be subject to a fit of melancholy. Speaking of logical fallacies:

I experienced a rather severe peer review of some of my writing in composition class the other night. My paper was saved for last, and then the wild dogs of peer reviewing sank their teeth into it. At the end of the thrashing, you could almost see the juices of logical fallacies dripping from the corner of their mouths.

I need to register for spring classes . . . I think a science class is in the foreseeable future: “Plastic tubes and pots and pans / . . . Fantasy and microchips / Shooting from the hip / Something different / weird science” (Oingo Boingo, “Weird Science”). I’ll probably bite the bullet and take The Dreaded Math Classes. I want to think it’ll be painful; I’d sooner skewer my eyeball on a knitting needle. Alack. (!) If I were going to cook said skewered eyeball, it wouldn’t be very apropos for the season. Shish kebabs are summery, and I wouldn’t be so lucky as to find a fresh pineapple in November.

There are Certain Professors, one in particular who seems to get his jollies by straying far from the course topic. I have two minds about that happening, one is to throw my head back and make low guttural Homer Simpson sounds with my tongue waggling against my cheek, and the other is to claw the carpet into shreds. The latter is probably the next thing that happens; as for the former, it already has.

I’ve been filling spare time with making art lately. I’m really pleased with what’s manifested, and I also had to make a curtain topper out of some lovely French Provincial fabric. It was really the only thing large enough to cover the top of the window. I’m trying not to gag. Pictures to come soon!

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