a++ would smuggle into space again

Today in Philosophy club:

SOPHOMORE: But if my great-grandmother's potato-peeler has its handle replaced and its blade replaced, is it still my great-grandmother's potato peeler? I say yes.
CLUB HOST TEACHER: I like that metaphor!
EMMA: You read the Fifth Elephant, didn't you.
SOPHOMORE: ... O_O OTHER PEOPLE READ TERRY PRATCHETT IN THIS SCHOOL?
EMMA: I am going to keep you and call you Squishy, kid.

On an even dorkier note, today, in American Romanticism: Ishmael is a perv.

Black Letter tells me that Sir Martin Frobisher on his return from that voyage, when Queen Bess did gallantly wave her jewelled hand to him from a window of Greenwich Palace, as his bold ship sailed down the Thames; "when Sir Martin returned from that voyage," saith Black Letter, "on bended knees he presented to her highness a prodigious long horn of the Narwhale, which for a long period after hung in the castle at Windsor." An Irish author avers that the Earl of Leicester, on bended knees, did likewise present to her highness another horn, pertaining to a land beast of the unicorn nature.

-- Moby-Dick, Chapter 32: Cetology. Apparently this is everyone's least-favorite chapter. I think it's freaking hilarious.

From thistlerose: This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along.

( P is for ... )

Worked from roughly 7:30 or 8:00 till midnight on that goddamned problem set. Still not done. Will finish in the morning.

In the meantime, to regain some brain cells, particularly awesome evidences of fanart:

In the Harry Potter category, it's totally Acciobrain for the win. From sad Narcissa in snow, to a dirtier creature in Harry's chest, this woman pwns everything. A good deal of her best work is in funny pics of the Death Eaters -- like snarky Narcissa, http://acciobrain.ligermagic.com/hppeeps.jpgthe evils that are the Peeps, a shockingly adorable Malfoy family portrait, and "Cissa" fangirling someone unexpected. Her Lestranges alternate between hilariously nuts and just fucking hot. Let's not neglect her side-of-light-ers, like her Lupin holding Harry back not that this picture looks a little wrong in any way, her animation of McGonagall's transformation, and Snape's happy place. Finally I include this picture just because the hand is so damn gorgeous.

By Tealin, in the Pratchettian category, here's a smokin' androgynous vampire with a crossbow (also known as Maladict), and a manlier version. Her strength is really the economy of her facial expressions, as in this Vetinari + Moist picture (oh, I just want to hug our little postmaster. No one should be forced to be around that much inscrutability at one time.) and in this picture of Very Badass Sacharissa. Here's Glod, looking so much like one of my mom's guitarists that it cracks me up, and here's an inaccurate Angua that I really like. And as a bonus, one last drawing: Jacques Snicket from ASOUE looking far too Holmesian to die. In fact I think he looks just like the Great Mouse Detective. Basil. <3

Obligatory post. Does my geek look big in this?

I find it halfway between amusing and tragic that I'm spending more time thinking about the death of a handful of literary characters than about, say, the French Revolution, in which more than hundreds of real people died. I shouldn't be doing this.

...Sod that. John Keel, we will never forget.

(I forgot my towel today! I had to compensate by writing "Do you know where your TOWEL is?" in huge letters all over the whiteboard.)

So. Icons changed. In honor of May 25th, in two days--Towel Day, for my Hitchhiker's obsession, and The Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May, because Night Watch is life.

As to my main: this is not a picture of me, it looks nothing at all like me in any way, and it has no meaning. I just think it's very pretty. So, default!

This contentless post brought to you by TWO AND A HALF MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL.

Jon Carroll, genius column writer, nearly funnier than Dave Barry and decidedly less crotchety than Andy Rooney (although a similar age to both), yesterday wrote gushing about Terry Pratchett.

This man needs to be deified.

That is all. n__n