Things Retrograde But Perhaps Still Amusing

Crap, it's back to the days from hell. As such, I shall be moreorless incommunicado for a bit. Uggidy ugh ugh ugh. I'll no doubt have to sit through a very awkward meeting tomorrow after the lecture, and give the opening night performance of "Dr J Bites His Lip," a performance that shall be running for months. Anyone from the campus checking this blog may be able to find me around da Bull off and on between 12.30 and 4.30. "May" is the key word there. Anyone who does find me is responsible for buying the good Dr countless pints to ensure his goodwill. ;-) (Of course not. A pitcher will suffice.) Then teaching, or doing something called teaching when one's students have nothing yet to do. *Shrug*. The typical meet & greet, really. I hate meet & greets. Alas, must be done. They're so masturbatorial. But, Dostoevsky reminds me that sometimes self-flagellation may be retrograde but it can be nonetheless amusing....

Brief note to someone: Don't necessarily knock Ph.D. candidates directing third-year courses. Some of us would do brilliant jobs, and some even have the confidence of even the most experienced tenured faculty-- and, once upon a time anyway, even your confidence. *Ejects tongue cheekily.* So there. :-)