Hot Just Like An Oven....

      Pardon me while I chuckle and guffaw aloud ("aloud" in cyberspace: go figure) upon being directed to my ratings on RateMyProfessors. I hadn't checked it in a while-- not since a teaching meeting a while ago, which, while we waited for everyone to show up, the CD perused and brought up for us. Apparently it's been updated since I last saw it, and I have since been complimented far too generously. (If the person who made that last comment is reading this: thanks.) As anyone who teaches at a university knows, though, the most important rating, the one upon which we hinge each and every one of our pathetic, desperate souls, is the chili-pepper rating, for which I am currently 6 (six) for 9 (nine). Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.... My poor, sweet charges must be blind, or they're simply far too kind. But I thank them for their support.

      It's kinda interesting to look at such statistics, though. There seems to be a general consensus that I'm not easy (fair enough), but all but one of my assessors has given my full marks for helpfulness and clarity. I can live with that, too. So, I'm a clear, helpful hard-ass that is 66.66666666% hot. Oh, my sides hurt. I wonder if I can put such data on my C.V., you know, with the kind of advisory that dentists give to certain chewing gums. In the interim, I'll just chuckle in my own self-amused little corner of this madcap, silly little world, even if, by these standards, David Letterman and Harris Yulin must be paragons of steaming sexuality.