I dont usually post conversation bits because i have the memory of a seventy-year-old. with dementia. with history of short-term memory loss. But once in a while, some bits stick. On the way to seminar this afternoon, i bumped into Laura:
L: The ducks at Langwith are much quicker than those in James.
Me: The ducks in James poop alot more than the ducks at Langwith.
L: Yea, and they peck at their own poop!
Me: Ducks dont peck.
L: Of course they do…Pecking Duck?
And it took me a while. Then i’d to reveal to my hitherto uninformed friend that aforementioned Duck is named after Peking. Not because ducks peck. I wonder if she just thought the computers used to type out menus just all did not have spell check. Hrm.
In other news, ive unwittingly volunteered to give a presentation of Tolstoy’s views on art next week. Why? Why! Woman, you could have just endured that thirty seconds of painful, awkward silence when everyone looks around, wondering who will ascend the sacrificial altar. Just endure the silence next time damnit. So now, in addition to a Philo of Science essay and a Philo of Art essay plan due next week, an LFA test this thursday, i have one Leo Tolstoy presentation coming up. And in parentheses, if i may add, the weather is finally looking cheerier!
February 28, 2007 at 9:48 am
HAHA!!! I thought it was a joke… :P
March 1, 2007 at 4:35 pm
eighty-year-old. with dementia. :p