spongia, cave in mari nata per fluvium transeas

Monday, February 26, 2007
Before Latin, some time last week...
Me: I bet at least half the class hates us.
S: Why would they hate us?
Me: We’re so smug, we always know exactly what’s going on, we never ask stupid questions...
S: We do our HOMEWORK. They can’t hate us for that. We make things more efficient and save people from unnecessary confusion. They love us!
Me: You’re right. What was I thinking? Of course they love us. Everybody loves me. Even people who don’t like anybody love me. Well, except the ones who think I’m crazy. And even most of them love me. Except G., and I think he’s terrified of me.
S: Why would he be terrified of you?
Me: Search me. He just gets this look on his face every time I say something to him, like, “Oh God, she’s going to ask about hanging vs stabnation again, isn’t she, oh please save me from the crazy!”
S: I can’t imagine why he would think that.
Me: Me neither. *reading* Ooh, finally, some blood and guts!
S: Cannot. Imagine. At all.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Somebody save me from myself. My latest birdbrainstorm: “Wilde Birds” (Our heroes desert the pressures of London living for the pleasures of the country. But woe! Where will they find some cucumber sandwiches?).

This is almost better than the “Nietzsche, Freud and the King of Dreams” thing. Almost.

( More Birds stuff, and some Movie Reviewe spazzing )

spongia, cave in mari nata per fluvium transeas

Monday, February 26, 2007
Before Latin, some time last week...
Me: I bet at least half the class hates us.
S: Why would they hate us?
Me: We’re so smug, we always know exactly what’s going on, we never ask stupid questions...
S: We do our HOMEWORK. They can’t hate us for that. We make things more efficient and save people from unnecessary confusion. They love us!
Me: You’re right. What was I thinking? Of course they love us. Everybody loves me. Even people who don’t like anybody love me. Well, except the ones who think I’m crazy. And even most of them love me. Except G., and I think he’s terrified of me.
S: Why would he be terrified of you?
Me: Search me. He just gets this look on his face every time I say something to him, like, “Oh God, she’s going to ask about hanging vs stabnation again, isn’t she, oh please save me from the crazy!”
S: I can’t imagine why he would think that.
Me: Me neither. *reading* Ooh, finally, some blood and guts!
S: Cannot. Imagine. At all.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Somebody save me from myself. My latest birdbrainstorm: “Wilde Birds” (Our heroes desert the pressures of London living for the pleasures of the country. But woe! Where will they find some cucumber sandwiches?).

This is almost better than the “Nietzsche, Freud and the King of Dreams” thing. Almost.

( More Birds stuff, and some Movie Reviewe spazzing )