Calling it a night . . .

I worked about half the day on my conference paper (which I have concluded only needs to be about a 10 minute presentation) and have half of it written. If I would have worked all day, then, simple math will tell you that I would have finished it. Sounds easy, but I know better. But I do have several pages of finely crafted BS. I only hope that my fellow accomplices are having as much success.

Stein's Three Lives is beginning to bog down, but luckily, I still have almost two weeks to finish it. Warning to all those in the same boat: After about 150 pages, you will begin to suffer from an extreme case of "tired-head."

****Random Point about Literature****
Why is it that "serious" literature has to move so slowly?

****Another Random Point about Literature****
I believe that books with ambiguous endings are just a sign of a writer being too lazy or stupid to finish it.
Could you imagine if you wrote 3/4 of a research paper, only to leave it hanging? Then it would be up to the professor to try and interpret what you really meant.

In my world, that is usually interpreted as an F.

Other things I hate:
1. Tipping waitstaff at a restaurant. Not that they don't deserve it, but you don't tip the employees in Walmart or Best Buy. Somehow, restaurants get away with paying their people shit for wages and forcing its patrons to pick up their slack. Thanks, restaurant management, for making it cost more than it should to go out and eat.

2. Toenails. Why? What possible use could they have? Besides the obvious advantage of letting them grow to about six feet long or so in order to have a picture posted in the Guinness Book of Records, they seem pointless.

3. Commercials on TV usually hawking some medical pill that never ever ever tell you what the product does that they are trying to sell you. Call your doctor, they say. WTF is the purple pill anyway? Is it really worth dealing with the anal leakage or nausea or all of the other effects? I'm doubting it.

4. People that call anonomously asking for donations or political support. You must have me confused with somebody that cares. That's also a good way to get me to not vote for your candidate.

5. Most people in general. I believe that most people are stupid. They generally confirm this when they open their mouths.

My grandmother could have been the dumbest person alive, but no one would have ever known, since she scarcely said more than a few sentences a day.

I found an interesting link to a story told by my great-grandfather (who I was also named after) dated May 31, 1921. I can't say that I share the same views, but it does give an interesting glimpse into rural East Texas during his lifetime. And it's not terribly long. Click here