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O metal bird of non-blinking whatnot, I’m going to use this arena as an outlet because I’m 5 days away from defending a thesis and my advisor just told me that my argument, which is soundly based on math and science, YOU JACKASS, is baseless, which is only going to make me more correct during the defense and I think she knows this because she’s remarkably intelligent and wily in that way that makes you nervous, but that’s not the point, no, the point is that I feel like the time has come to do what I’d mentioned in a recent comment and follow Mr. Mencken’s advice and ‘raise the black flag...’, even though I realize ‘mouse is a lawyer and may end up prosecuting me for what follows, but what the hell, anger with no outlet leads to reality TV and that’s totally unacceptable, so here goes...If I was the kind of 16-year old in a 35-year old’s body willing to teepee someone’s house, I’d totally do it to my advisor’s hizzy, only instead of toilet paper, I’d probably use a flame-thrower, and instead of soap, I’d probably use napalm, and oh by the way, f*ck you, Auqa Man, for never destroying Sea World and freeing your watery brethren, yes, it’s a tangent, but I figured while I was getting things off my chest, I may as well be thorough about it.
April 27, 2008 at 7:51 PM ::
Nice rant ‘Sir. May I recommend you continue it over in Scrineblog. That’s what we’re all here for, after all. Ears for a good ceaseless rant. I especially enjoyed the Aqua Man breakaway section.
Flame throwers: perfect for any occasion. Especially this one.
boot on 04/28/08 at 06:25 AM ::
I firmly believe that a combination of flamethrowers and chocolate liberally applied can radically improve any situation.
And if that doesn’t work, start drinking heavily. ;-)
Bunni on 04/28/08 at 08:54 AM ::
Boot. You forgot to offer the services of Miss Jane.
Perhaps we can all go out for a beer afterward while the flamethrowers cool down.
I, of course, stand by ready with alibi, get-away vehicle and a solid “justifible insecticide” defense should it be required.
'mouse on 04/28/08 at 08:56 AM ::
calm, calm. they do this. resist at all cost the urge to rewrite the whole thing, it doesn’t work. no recalling; onward!
(dare i ask: philosophy? what degree? and please don’t reply “third.")
e on 04/28/08 at 03:57 PM ::
Computer Science with a very heavy side of Molecular Biology. I’m girding my loins to start a Biochemistry PhD in the Fall because I’m a masochist. My advisor is wonderful through and through, but she isn’t famous and brilliant because she’s a push-over. She makes you achieve things that you never would’ve thought possible (miracles, actually) by way of making you wish you were dead. In this way, she’s much like the Catholic church, but without the requirement to tithe.
You can call me, 'Sir' on 04/28/08 at 05:04 PM ::
good way to do it. me, i got nuthin’ because i went straight into a ph.d. program (hist.phil.) without benefit of masters. so when i had to quit abd, i had bupkis. or rather nothing more than my b.a. (art hist.) which i only got so i could get into the ph.d program in the first place (converting from bfa) but, funnily enough, turns out to be what allows me to support myself in late middle-age by teaching art to tykes. funny how things do be.
hang in; it gets worse.
e on 04/28/08 at 05:34 PM ::
Good luck, raise a molotov cocktail in honor of your advisor, break a leg and all that jazz!
littledevilworks on 04/28/08 at 09:10 PM ::