Oh, the cleverness of me...

This afternoon, after a compulsory nap, I was rip-roarin' and rearin' to start my grading. I gathered my things, headed out the door and set up camp at my favorite coffee shop. I opened my bag, sipped on some Joe and realized that I had not brought a single thing to grade. Apparently, those manila folders were back on my coffee table completely covered by a very slim stapler.

What is it about my universe-scanning procedures that makes things in utterly plain sight absolutely invisible? I'll chalk it up to ADD, but I'm pretty sure that there is at least a heavy dollop of natural stupid.

On a lighter note, I seem to have captured the attention of the Internet with my post "Michael Jackson Dead (Is Michael Jackson Alive?)" The search term, which rivals "Lisa Edelstein Naked" and "Lambert Academic Publishing" is "Is Michael Jackson Alive?" This is because within a few minutes of the announcement of his self-induced kicking of the proverbial bucket (I was online when it came across), I cribbed a line from Our Dumb Century, an Onion anthology. It was "Elvis Presley Dead! (Is Elvis Alive?)." And while I am deeply ashamed of not being actually funny by myself, I think that the record will show that I was prescient about how predictably goofy we collectively are.

Little known fact. The first post-mortem sighting of Elvis was reported at a Burger King in Kalamazoo, MI. You're welcome.

Aside from that, I have some sad news to announce. My office wife has left me for another office, one in Virginia. This is fine, since I have been secretly holding down two offices all year. (Sorry, Dr. Snazz. I was trying to fall in love with our office again, but it was just so unfulfilling.)

I am working up a new podcast slowly. Very slowly. Maybe I'll finish tomorrow.

HJ