Wednesday, 05 December 2012

In case you wonder what I write about on Facebook

CAT limps meekly up to SEK, who is sitting at his desk grading.

CAT: Hi.

SEK: Hello.

CAT: Legs no work.

SEK: You don’t say.

CAT: Wrestled packing tape.

SEK: I can see that.

CAT: Won.

SEK: Not sure about that.

CAT: Help.

SEK: Fine, let me just pull that off–

CAT produces a noise unheard on Earth outside of H.P. Lovecraft’s nightmares. POLICE are likely to arrive soon. CAT also now sports hilarious bald spots.

Dec 5, 2012 7:26:15 PM

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Ahistoricality

There's a facebook joke in there somewhere. Something about it being horrific Lovecraftian love child of Clive Barker and Sylvester the Cat.

I tawt I taw a packing tape cat

Never mind.

Posted by: Ahistoricality | Wednesday, 05 December 2012 at 08:45 PM

SEK

No worries, I don't. I didn't even think to post this until I took shit for not doing so. It just seems a little ... thin in the content department. But apparently people want in on my very exciting life of grading, grading, grading, cleaning litter boxes, grading, grading, grading.

Five classes is a lot of work if you're stricken with the unfortunate condition of caring.

Posted by: SEK | Wednesday, 05 December 2012 at 09:32 PM

Ahistoricality

It really is, yes. Especially in text-heavy fields like ours. If I could give scantron tests with a clear conscience, my life would be so much simpler.

Posted by: Ahistoricality | Thursday, 06 December 2012 at 03:53 PM

nk

If you haven't banned me. The songs were fine. Springsteen's B sides were sometimes better than his A sides. The River is a wonderful album. Born to Run his best. Nebraska depressed me. Born in the USA, ok. But you have to outgrow him at around age 35.

Posted by: nk | Thursday, 13 December 2012 at 01:39 AM

SEK

Not sure why you'd think I ban you, unless it was for commenting in the wrong thread, which is a probationary offense at best.

Posted by: SEK | Thursday, 13 December 2012 at 01:42 AM

Paul Ward

The great Cathulhu?

Posted by: Paul Ward | Saturday, 05 January 2013 at 07:30 PM

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