Where's Sasha when you need him?
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[EDIT] It is now Sunday (quite nearly) and I have finally gotten blogger to work. Will update this evening.
What I wouldn't give for the Pope-Mobile
Ah, the pope. Life doesn't get much better. I mean, many people in the world have cars named after them, but how many have cars with ELEVATING AND ROTATING SEATS? Answer: one. The pope.
I miss John Paul II. He did some great things for the world and stepped up like no pope in even remotely recent history.
I can't say that I'm not just the least bit envious. I had my dreams once, sure, but getting to be pope is a little hard when you're a protestant. C'est la vie I suppose.
Well, I have a large Discrete Math test tomorrow on counting which I have a sneaking suspicion I will not do well on, so I better go get some sleep.
And before I go, I'd recommend listening to Jonathan Richman. "I'm a Little Dinosaur," "Pablo Picasso," and more are awesome.
Now I'm heading out.
How many songs can your doppelganger hold?
Mr. Steve Jobs better be moving over at the next Apple Keynote address when I present the new hit: iDoppelganger. It's just like you, only shiny and more expensive. I want two.
That out of the way, I decided to not talk to Merritt today about her dislike of me having an effect on my grades. Let me give a recap of the conversation that tipped me off that she wasn't one to talk reasonably with:
MH: Well, last of all, I'd like to talk about my Godot paper. I don't think I explained it well enough in class, which might explain your reaction when I tried to talk to you.
Merritt: [rudely interrupting] No, I understood you just fine. You didn't make all of the corrections to your MLA citation. I thought I made myself very clear when it came to ranting about citation that you needed to have done it correctly. It is not my job to teach you MLA -- that was your junior teachers job. You can complain to me all you want, but with fifty other papers to grade, I'm not changing my mind. The grade stands.
MH: [after a moment of silence] So you're aware that, had you pointed out the mistake to me, I would have changed it, and the only reason it wasn't fixed was because you failed to notice it in the first place?
Merritt: [glaring] Yes.
MH: Wonderful. Well, I think that's all I've got to say, Mrs. Merritt. Thank you for your time.
That is not all I have to say. When my grades are final, when there is no possible way that she can stand between me and Chicago, she will hear it. Every single word of it. When I'm beyond her, when she can't touch me, she will know that I was never under any delusion -- I knew how much she hated me and played it smart.
There are simply no words for her. She is the teacher from heck. If she's not pushing her political views on the students, she's modeled the curriculum around it. She's insecure about her own intelligence, and deceived as to her own cleverness (really, lack-there-of). And, today, I found out that I'm not the only one she's done this to -- Will Wheeler has been getting his fair share of it over the last year too. I think I'm looking forward to telling her off more than graduation. It's about all that keeps me going.
So, goodnight. I'm going to find solace in some Kurt Vonnegut Jr., an author whom my teacher, might I add, has drastically overlooked. Probably because he's not a feminist.
Zing!
The Joy of Doppelgangers
Ahh, Bob Ross. As I sat at my computer, writing my paper titled "Bob Ross is Dead," my mind wandered to kinder things. Low and behold, a doppelganger was born.
I'll put my paper up here sometime, so that people might understand (better than my English teacher) why it's OK to title a paper about how someone is dead. Because it is OK. It is.
That being said, I get to conference with the woman tomorrow, so bon chance and let's see how it goes when I tell her how she has let her poor opinion of me affect my grades.
Because let me tell you what, it'll go as smoothly as silk.
That being said, I'm going to go find some batteries for my dictaphone. Just in case.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a doppelganger.
And now, seeing as darling Suzanne is under the weather, I decided to not go to sleep (really) early and to, instead, find a perfect Doppelganger to draw.
And here it is.
So, Suzanne, let the smiling face of Colin Firth's doppelganger greet you as you wake in the morning, and let Jane Austin's classic novel of romance lift you through the day. (Bleh).
And, if you are still not feeling well, I will find it no trouble to sit through the second three hours of that movie, so long as I can do some homework while I'm there.
I'm off to bed, so goodnight and feel better.
One Doppelganger to Rule Them All...
Sorry for no updates the last few days. I've been at a three-day speech meet, KESDA, and have been unable to get online. But, here we go!
Emo Doppelgangers
Today's drawing was inspired by, really a lack of not knowing. I get called emo all the time, just because I have long(er) hair, wear sweaters, and dorky glasses. So, as an act of clarification, here we go. Now you know. Learning is fun, because knowledge is POWER!
Oh, and to the dissenters who think that these aren't doppelgangers, let me tell you what's what. I put a definition on here for a reason -- so I wouldn't be bothered by these silly questions. These little fellows are ghostly reflections of people, so as not to act as a mirror to reflect what we, as people, do.
And if you bought that, I've got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you.
Icarus and Doppelganger-us
Today's image is a reproduction of one I drew for KN during Monday's boring poetry hour. This is one of my favorite Greek Myths, and I thought, "What better way to show my affection than to draw a shoddy reproduction with generic images rather than actual art?"
Exactly.
What Child Is This?
A, what a glorious day! As you can tell, I've got my scanner up and running, and so I present my first "Doppelganger of the Day!" This is a historic moment and should be remembered as such. Flash photography is welcome, and I expect KN, Jason Grant, and Suzanne to all see this. I'd like more people, sure, but let's not jump the gun.
Don't Know Much About Technology
I have learned two things today:
1. I can be awkward on the telephone
2. My scanner is a piece of crap.
I swear, I'm not starting off a slacker. I can't get my technology to cooperate. I don't know where Canon got the idea that I wanted to save all my scans in Publisher, but it was probably from someone who didn't know me and who was also on one or more mind-altering drugs.
So, hold tight, and thank heavens I don't have a following to become disenchantment by me not having put anything up yet?
Du-Du-Du-Doppelganger
Welcome to the first post of Doppelganger of the Day. This was created, rather, inspired by my good friends KN and Jason Grant, who I lovingly drew a doodle for in Discrete Math. To recap, during Hidgeon's lecture,
MH: Oh man, I hope Merritt doesn't find out about the log we keep of her tardiness.
KN: Well, you said it in front of half this class, including Higdeon!
MH: Yeah, but we all hate her, and Higdeon's cool, she won't rat me out, will you Ms. Higdeon?
Higdeon: No. The entire English faculty is always late. They get on all out nerves.
MH: See?
Lawler: But the real question is, do you keep logs on all your teachers?
Higdeon: I don't have to worry, because I'm not late.
MH: No, only on teachers I... really don't like.
Higdeon: Why don't you like her?
MH: She makes us read crappy books like The Color Purple.
KN: You know, a lot of academics feel that way. Walker is one of those writers you either love or hate.
MH: In a way, that's what I'd like to be if I was a writer -- either loved or hated, but not in-between.
Sasha: If you were a writer, you'd do a lot more writing and a lot less talking, and that'd make me happy.
MH: That's not true! Look at Jason Grant, he talks a lot... oh, wait. You're right. Jason Grant never talks.
Jason Grant: You're right, I never talk.
MH: Never! KN just throws her voice when she talks to you all the time.
KN: Tee-hee. It's true!
MH: She likes talking to herself; it makes her feel smart. She likes talking to you because you're her doppelganger. (See? It was coming!)
Jason Grant and KN: [laughing] What's a doppelganger?
MH: It's... well... how do you describe a doppelganger?
Higdeon: [having given up teaching for the moment] A doppleganger is like an identical twin who you've never met, but is exactly like you.
MH: Exactly!
And so it began. I picked up my pen, and as I often do when I'm bored, I doodled out some drawings of doppelgangers. And, when I hook up my scanner in the morning, I will faithfully upload, each day, a comic (and perhaps story) about doppelgangers, however serious, absurd, or seriously absurd. There might be other things as well, but what's life without a little bit of unpredictibiliality?
Ah, the pope. Life doesn't get much better. I mean, many people in the world have cars named after them, but how many have cars with ELEVATING AND ROTATING SEATS? Answer: one. The pope.
Mr. Steve Jobs better be moving over at the next Apple Keynote address when I present the new hit: iDoppelganger. It's just like you, only shiny and more expensive. I want two.
Ahh, Bob Ross. As I sat at my computer, writing my paper titled "Bob Ross is Dead," my mind wandered to kinder things. Low and behold, a doppelganger was born.
And now, seeing as darling Suzanne is under the weather, I decided to not go to sleep (really) early and to, instead, find a perfect Doppelganger to draw.
Sorry for no updates the last few days. I've been at a three-day speech meet, KESDA, and have been unable to get online. But, here we go!
Today's drawing was inspired by, really a lack of not knowing. I get called emo all the time, just because I have long(er) hair, wear sweaters, and dorky glasses. So, as an act of clarification, here we go. Now you know. Learning is fun, because knowledge is POWER!
Today's image is a reproduction of one I drew for KN during Monday's boring poetry hour. This is one of my favorite Greek Myths, and I thought, "What better way to show my affection than to draw a shoddy reproduction with generic images rather than actual art?"
