Missed opportunity

Familial obligations have once again hampered my productivity today.

First of all, I didn't get nearly as much accomplished this afternoon as I had planned, on my annotated bib or anything else. While I did get some research done, unfortunately it was not on Edith Wharton--the most useless person ever to put pen to paper. But I even had trouble on the other research project I've been working on for the last month or so, but lawnmowers and shit kept creating a good deal of racket and continuously broke my concentration. But just as I began to get comfortable with what I was doing, it was time to stop being productive and meet my wife for the Thursday "who wants to take my son so I can get to class" rendezvous. Needless to say, I was extremely disappointed that I wasn't able to do a little more. But what do you do?

So after class, I go to my son's daycare (he had an open house tonight) to meet my family, and they're all sitting in the parking lot in the car, ready to go home. Apparently, I had already missed all of the festivities. So I drove to my brother's house and showed him how to texture walls and didn't get back home until about 1:00 or 1:30 this morning. Naturally, I start checking blogs and see that a great deal of humor has transpired without my knowledge. From E's ridiculous characterizations about the drunk motherfuckers to T's excellent comment about the modern day wisemen, I found myself laughing rather enthusiastically [the main problem with this scenario is that we have no baby Jesi to visit, unless of course we hope to find him submerged in a beer bottle a la Jesus Fetus (see Andi's blog)]. Ironically, the She-Man Pat-type character is probably completely sexless--the same thing could probably be said of Spidey. The senile lady should probably wander into traffic in the near future, just to save everyone a headache. She deserves it for keeping us late. Plus, when you've been drinking all day, and you've sat in class for two and a half hours, some people need to piss. So she's fucking with my bladder, and that's definitely uncool.

I think one person we have neglected to discuss is the lady that looks like the black guy on The Green Mile who always comes to class about an hour late and then leaves after break. I often look over at her and smile at myself, because I feel fortunate that I don't have to get up in the morning and see that shit in the mirror everyday. I'm just wondering why she gets the free pass.

Several other quick notes:

• I may be the most eclectic listener of music ever. On my way home from my brother's, I was listening to a mix CD I made with the following artists on it: Rage Against the Machine, 2Pac, Chemical Brothers, Dirty Vegas, Bob Marley, Sublime, and the BeeGees. Why? I don't know.
• Earlier today, I was thinking of the ways people speak in code. Not really the code-switching that Bethany talks about; more like metonymy in a rhetorical sense--when one word is used as a substitute for another closely related word. It seems like it would be easier to just say it than just beat around the bush. But we see people do it all the time, or maybe we even see ourselves do it. The point: I guess I was just thinking of the old adage of "some things are better left unsaid" and trying to twist it around in my mind to see when it's appropriate and when it isn't. Some things probably are better left unsaid, such as anything anti-Spidey. I believe we must have all forgotten the "Spidey Sense" and are all likely in great danger due to our carelessness.
• On another Spidey note, I seriously considered wearing a Spidey bandana in Karate Kid style to class next week, just to gauge reaction. Perhaps we could duel.
• My first glimpse on Silent Vengeance of the Spidey/Batgirl pic had me thinking that was E and her old man. It took me a minute to affirm that it wasn't.
• T, concerning the comment on E's blog: Yes, I am still a ruthless bastard. I'll stop acting like a bitch now and resume my heartless and insensitive attitude toward everyone. As a matter of fact, I've recently learned that I creep people out when I do not act like that. Especially if I'm being quiet, in which case I think everyone assumes I'm trying to plan my suicide. But for the record, that's not true. I'm actually probably thinking about how I can kill everyone around me without getting blood on my clothes.
  
• E, on words: Though your post is somewhat vague, I thought I'd try to fill in the blank. maybe empty? drained? queasy? Or is it like taking a deep breath and not wanting to exhale, though you know that eventually you must? Grad school, life--these things are fleeting. And as a good friend of mine often tells me, everything must come to an end. You can't live forever. It's simply not practical. In a sense then, I could probably argue that happiness isn't practical either. But who wants to consider that the rest of their miserable fucking lives? Not me.
  
• For those not in the know, T defended his penis this past week. He did a good job, though there were a variety of pokes and jabs from onlookers, mainly professors.
  

I haven't felt particularly funny or clever this week, but there might be a little in this one, if you understand all of the inside jokes. For those who don't, please comment and I will attempt to explain. Many of them are probably explained in earlier posts.