Saturday, December 04, 2004
Burial
You know, Blogger failed me the other day.
I wanted to post about everything that's been going on, and when I tried to log in it told me the "post" function was not currently available. Whaddrya gonna do?
Well, we're on the home stretch for the semester. Only a few more days and then my paper on poop will be done, my conference paper about thieves and poets will be read in class, and my edition of letters will be completed. Much of this may not make sense to those of you who are not at Creighton, but chances are it would make a bit less sense if I bothered to explain what I'm really up to. Besides, it sounds a whole lot cooler to say that I'm writing a paper about poop than it does to say "I'm writing about the implications of the scatalogical elements in the colonial settings of Gulliver's Travels".
Here is your literary critical allusion for the day:
Post a comment if you get what I'm referring to! Shame on you grad students if you don't know!
Need a hint? Well, it's not much, but here is a second picture that should make the situation much more clear.
But wait, go back to the picture of that first guy. Look at his eyes closely. Look at his eyes again in a different picture. Critical allusions beside, there's something up with this guy. There he is again, in the background, so protective, so watchful. I'm convinced that man believes we're trying to steal his cock!
NOTE: I'm not condoning this man's hobby. But understand that we have it here in the United States, too.
I wanted to post about everything that's been going on, and when I tried to log in it told me the "post" function was not currently available. Whaddrya gonna do?
Well, we're on the home stretch for the semester. Only a few more days and then my paper on poop will be done, my conference paper about thieves and poets will be read in class, and my edition of letters will be completed. Much of this may not make sense to those of you who are not at Creighton, but chances are it would make a bit less sense if I bothered to explain what I'm really up to. Besides, it sounds a whole lot cooler to say that I'm writing a paper about poop than it does to say "I'm writing about the implications of the scatalogical elements in the colonial settings of Gulliver's Travels".
Here is your literary critical allusion for the day:
Post a comment if you get what I'm referring to! Shame on you grad students if you don't know!
Need a hint? Well, it's not much, but here is a second picture that should make the situation much more clear.
But wait, go back to the picture of that first guy. Look at his eyes closely. Look at his eyes again in a different picture. Critical allusions beside, there's something up with this guy. There he is again, in the background, so protective, so watchful. I'm convinced that man believes we're trying to steal his cock!
NOTE: I'm not condoning this man's hobby. But understand that we have it here in the United States, too.
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