We hate your dots.

Stuart Pearson (“Hurdy Gurdy Guy”) played again tonight. He segued “Ghost Riders” into “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, did “White Punks on Dope” again, only screwed up a couple of times, and of course performed the fine version he does of “Baby Got Back” accompanied with a slinky. Go Stuart.

Quote of the evening, from genericus: I HAVE PAID SUBSCRIBERS WATCHING RIGHT NOW AND YOU ARE KILLING THE MAGIC!!

I think graduate school is basically a disease. In just the last week I’ve heard four horror stories, including one serious neurological ailment caused essentially by Ph.D. anxiety, one abandonment of the dissertation, and two people who dropped out after four and six years of pain and expense, respectively. All of a sudden I don’t feel so bad about never finishing my bachelor’s. I really knew this already because I grew up with a graduate school around me, and A’s experience at USC was instructive to see too. Friends don’t let friends pursue academic careers, folks.

8 thoughts on “We hate your dots.

  1. My father has managed to achieve an important academic/administrative post at a prestigious university without a Ph.D. From what people tell me, this is fairly astonishing. Go Dad!

  2. I have to add the context because it’s funnier:
    Picture ‘s dad walking in to use the computer and finding her dressed in some kind of D&D bondage gear, weilding a broadsword, and hosting a live-action intarweb LARP. Dad asks what’s going on? And then I said:

    1. Re: I have to add the context because it’s funnier:
      Want funnier than that. My Dad is wearing clown pants today. I kid you not. Clown pants over jeans, a black t-shirt, with a ball cap,(worn forward, bill straight, guess he hasn’t completly lost it). I asked why, and got a cryptic answer. to which I responded that I really don’t want to know. Now you know why I am so strange. My father is a clown.

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