You Got 5 Minutes, Startingggggg... NOW!

this past monday i decided to exchange 5 hours a day of my previously abundant free time for $70. sounded like a bargain at the time... until i found out that 5 hours is actually closer to 10 when i factor in the time it takes to prepare each lesson. i started half-way through a 4 week session, taking over classes from 2 other teachers, which means that if any of my students fail (and they will), they don't have to look very far for someone to point a finger at. oh, and on monday, the class sizes doubled and tripled to accommodate the new students from vietnam airlines. slather on the fact that i'm writing the curriculum for an "idioms in conversation" class as i go. that's right: a direct injection of my brain juices into my students' spongy heads with no textbook to facilitate the transmission. the poison: slang, and it wasn't even my idea...

needless to say, updating the blog has been impossible despite an ever-growing stack of ideas and intentions. here is a list of blog entries i have lined up, that hopefully i'll have time to write on friday and saturday:

Gooday, Baday
Thermodynamics, and the Second Law of Wiping My Ass
How's It Slangin' Happy?
L-Bombs and Napalm
I'm Sorry or the Fuck Did You Just Say?

and there are more, they just don't have good titles yet...

in the meantime check out blatt's blog because he's been knocking'em down left and right. Bathroom Etiquette, SARS-ry, Freedom, and Aws'em are all good for a laugh. the rest is just blatt crying like a bitch about reparations (???) and robots taking over the world of humor (but the line, "the future is coming up soon," reminded me of that great comedian of modern times, g.w. bush).

fuck. i've already gone way over my 5 minute time limit, and i still have to work to prepare for work tomorrow while i work at that place where i work. what a dirty word, "work."

'mout.

wait one last thing: aol is once again denying me entry into my mailbox no matter how many times i slap my passport on the computer screen. i haven't had access to e-mail in a few days so if you've e-mailed me... and you haven't, then don't worry because i don't yet know that you don't give a shit about me.

okokokok so you want a pic: here's one of blatt smashed looking like he wants to smash out more of his teeth on kenny quagmire's front door steps.

now imagine this fucking slob deciding whether or not you go to jail. ahhh blatt BlAtT bLaTt BLATT BLAATTTTT!!!