Friday, 16 February 2007

In a Blatant Attempt to Win back My Love . . .

. . . after deleting Acephalous from An Und Für Sich's roster, Kotsko & Company have decided to start posting pictures of people I know.  Fear has been struck deep into my heart, but I'm not sure how to retaliate.  If you happen to have any pictures of the Weblog folk or any of their familiars lying around, I'd love to see them.  In the meantime, consider this:

Feb 16, 2007 9:35:26 PM | Weblogs

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Anthony Paul Smith

You were never on that blogroll.

Kornbluh's ratemyprof made me realize, again, that I would hate to be a woman in academia. They said, "She's hot. That's all I have to say." Then again the rest were really positive and no one said you were hot, just committed. Maybe it would be nice to have one course evaluation come back saying "You're very attractive." Maybe not.

Posted by: Anthony Paul Smith | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 04:36 AM

Adam Kotsko

One of my TA evaluations had a kiss-mark on it.

Posted by: Adam Kotsko | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 09:58 AM

Brad Johnson

One of my old TA evaluations was a death-threat.

Posted by: Brad Johnson | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 10:39 AM

Anthony Paul Smith

FYI: It is very easy to find pictures of me and 'mine'. Myspace?

Posted by: Anthony Paul Smith | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 11:17 AM

SEK

Aha! I thought I was. Well then, it was an attempt to win back my love after not including me on that blogroll.

I've never looked at Anna's ratemyprof before, but I love this comment:

She's cute and somewhat of a dix, but tries too hard to sound intelligent which hampers her ability to clearly state what it is she is trying to get across. She wants her students to discuss in class but offers no real revelance to discuss about.

"Dix"? "Offers no real revelance"? I wonder whether this isn't a case of, I don't know, sour grapes? I mean, can't these kids see how transparent their ratings are? (What worries me is that other people can't.)

And I would look you up on Myspace, but I don't do Myspace. Actually, I just tried -- logged in via bugmenot -- but I think it sent you an email instead of taking me to your page. So ignore that email. It was me, not The Ugababe or whatever.

Posted by: SEK | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 11:51 AM

Adam Kotsko

There is only one extant picture of me on the Internet.

Posted by: Adam Kotsko | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 12:18 PM

SEK

Let me guess: it's on Anthony's Myspace?

Posted by: SEK | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 12:20 PM

Anthony Paul Smith

No, I've agreed to never reveal Adam's visage.

I did get that email, it weirded me out. Still, you can get pictures of me by typing in my damn name too. It's not that hard!

Posted by: Anthony Paul Smith | Saturday, 17 February 2007 at 01:41 PM

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