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10.16.2008
10.02.2008
I MEAN, JESUS!
Props to Newsweek, for furthering my already sky-high confidence that Sara Palin's VP nom is a sign of the Apocalypse.
Cancel My 9AM Class & I Steal Your Couch
UCF was nice enough to cancel my 9am History of Western Art II class this fine Fall morning with absolutely no advance notice, so I've made myself at home. Couch in the library, shoes off, laptop & cell phone in use, indian style taking up all seats, NY Times spread out. Indeed, if I can't drive the 20 miles back home to College Park until my next class, I'll make a fuckin' home in your 'brary. See Fig. 1.
Fig. 1.
So, what did this abrupt cancellation of my class cost me?
1.) Approx 3 hours of sleep. Next class at 11:15, could have slept until 10. Instead awoke (barely) at 7am, slithering out of bed leaving a glistening slim trail in my wake. I hate getting up before it's light outside, and my Mono hates it even more.
2.) This much driving:
School = Not Close to My House. Gas = Not Cheap. My Time Also = Not Cheap. The easiest math.
3.) I had to spend a good 30 minutes stuck with this freak from my 3D sculpture class who talks like he's on acid (all the time). I made a whale of a mistake by mentioning to him (in a desperate clamor to talk about something other than his non-rep sculpture piece for our class) that the $700 billion bailout was approved by the senate. He then launched himself into some unintelligible Richard Linklater-style rant about the trickle down effect (don't know what that is), and his US Citizenship. I mean, WHAT the fuck!? I suppose I could have come up with some half-baked excuse and gotten away, but again, it's about 8:50am at this point.
So thanks a lot, UCF! Thanks for positively FLOODING my Gmail inbox with 10 e-mails a day, all of them next to useless. Let's take a look! Here's a sample of the how much UCF e-mails me, and the invaluable content therein.
That's just from the last 2 days! That's 9 E-MAILS! Not to tell me that my class is cancelled, nor to tell me that President Bill Clinton will be speaking at school (except for one, the day of, informing me of road closures). Seriously...this is the 6th largest campus by student body size IN THE NATION. There are 50,000 kids here. That's 450,000 e-mails sent out, clogging the arteries of our web-based e-mail like a trip to the Golden Corral.
Hey, UCF! Fuck you! At least I got to write this post.
Fig. 1.
So, what did this abrupt cancellation of my class cost me?
1.) Approx 3 hours of sleep. Next class at 11:15, could have slept until 10. Instead awoke (barely) at 7am, slithering out of bed leaving a glistening slim trail in my wake. I hate getting up before it's light outside, and my Mono hates it even more.
2.) This much driving:
School = Not Close to My House. Gas = Not Cheap. My Time Also = Not Cheap. The easiest math.
3.) I had to spend a good 30 minutes stuck with this freak from my 3D sculpture class who talks like he's on acid (all the time). I made a whale of a mistake by mentioning to him (in a desperate clamor to talk about something other than his non-rep sculpture piece for our class) that the $700 billion bailout was approved by the senate. He then launched himself into some unintelligible Richard Linklater-style rant about the trickle down effect (don't know what that is), and his US Citizenship. I mean, WHAT the fuck!? I suppose I could have come up with some half-baked excuse and gotten away, but again, it's about 8:50am at this point.
So thanks a lot, UCF! Thanks for positively FLOODING my Gmail inbox with 10 e-mails a day, all of them next to useless. Let's take a look! Here's a sample of the how much UCF e-mails me, and the invaluable content therein.
That's just from the last 2 days! That's 9 E-MAILS! Not to tell me that my class is cancelled, nor to tell me that President Bill Clinton will be speaking at school (except for one, the day of, informing me of road closures). Seriously...this is the 6th largest campus by student body size IN THE NATION. There are 50,000 kids here. That's 450,000 e-mails sent out, clogging the arteries of our web-based e-mail like a trip to the Golden Corral.
Hey, UCF! Fuck you! At least I got to write this post.
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