October 17th, 2005
|05:46 pm - MJD: Asshole|
I've decided that I should just write a regular column for Oak Leaves.
We'll call it:
"Wisdom from the Asshole in the Back of the Room"
Because, you know, that's really all I got. Disjointed comments and crazy rants.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "In the Shelter", -JB
We call that being the Peanut Gallery. I do it in Econ sometimes, but I stop half-way through so that when I slink out of the door later on no one misses my absence. ;)
Today a very disturbing young man joined our peanut gallery. He first just sat there in the corner intensely reading a Bible and frantically writing on a notebook as he looked at it (which was an amusing contrast to me, who happily doodled pagan symbols on her notes as she looked out the window pondering what time to leave.) He then leapt unexpectedly into our desperate attempt to convince our teacher that we didn't want to live right after the American Revolution (long story, it was a GDP example) to say that HE would rather live richly then than middle-class now, because then he could hang out with sophisticated educated people and NOT the morons and mass-media-controlled zombies he's subjected to in daily life. Wow, talk about bitter... we all looked at him, and then I suggested to my neighbor instead that maybe a better reason to live there would be superior hats. Naturally, my Econ teacher feels the need to listen to everything I bother to murmur, and so "better hats" went up on the board under list of pros.
A later suggestion of classier piracy also almost wound up there, but then we somehow got into a brief debate about modern piracy versus old piracy. It was a marvelous tangent slot... haha, when I am not quenching them at PSA, I am generating them and watching them dance elsewhere. THAT'S what talking out will getyou!
Sorry, I refuse to live in any time period which lacks indoor plumbing. It's part of my contraversial theory for why time travel is impossible (developed while channeling the spirit of Descartes).
to say that HE would rather live richly then than middle-class now, because then he could hang out with sophisticated educated people...
But he could also die rapidly and miserably from an infected splinter in his finger. There's more than one way to miss out on all the sophistication. ;-)
Hell, tooth decay could be fatal.
That was my point, too. And my teacher said he would have to do hard labor for everything he wanted. But he said he'd rather do hard labor and risk dying of disease easily rather than hang out with "mass-media-controlled mindless idiotic zombies" he is evidently forced to deal with all the time.
All I could think was, man, get some friends. And quit being mean, you've a Bible in your hands to remind you of virtue!
Luckily, my subject change of hats and pirates appeared to be a success... :)
lack of pirates = global warming
But he said he'd rather do hard labor and risk dying of disease easily rather than hang out with "mass-media-controlled mindless idiotic zombies" he is evidently forced to deal with all the time.
Oh sure he would. Except when faced with the actual prospect; then he'd back down pretty fast.
I loved the "superior hats" angle.
Hehe, excellent. Your icon is also somehow fitting. It's got... pizzazz. I'm feeling the razz-matazz. ;)
I found it a bit ironic he was bitching about "mind-controlled masses" while poring fanatically over the Bible, but then perhaps that's just the cynical bone in me twitching at the coming of cold weather.
On another note, didn't I meet you at Summerland? There were LJ names all around, but yours truly doesn't remember. ;__;
On another note, didn't I meet you at Summerland?
I think so! Or I learned who you are, if we didn't actually meet; I think you're the person who gave my friend Psyche a ride, yes? I'm Tess.
I was a vendor at Summerland if that helps; I was set up next to Psyche. I'm short with long dark hair. Anyway, hi. :-)
Aha! I did meet you! I think I sat with you and Duriyah at dinner. I'm... uh, not short, but I have short blonde hair. :) Haha, well, nice to meet you again!
Y'are too short. Like, 5'6" or something, right?
Do I have to punch you in the face?
I'm 5'7" and not a wink shorter!
Whatever. But you know, your 5'5" height isn't really all that short, you know.
Yes, I could still neatly round-house kick to your throat. ;D
I am making all sorts of tangents on this entry, haha.