It's later today. Or something.

[jazzfish]

Southwest fires pilots for takeoff -- of their uniforms: "[A] Federal Aviation Administration spokesman says there's no specific prohibition against flying naked."

The UNIX-Haters' Handbook: "But, of course, Suns are very good at booting! So good, they sometimes spontaneously boot, just to let you know they're in peak form!"

Monday Bliss says "I graded your essays, and they're sitting on the desk outside my office. I'm sure some of you have questions about this."
Student 1: "Why didn't you bring them to class?"
Bliss: "Because I am not UPS; I do not make three trips if you're not home." (gestures at the missing third of the class) "I'm not gonna haul papers across the drillfield in the rain for these losers. So you can pick them up outside my office."
Student 2: "How were they?"
Bliss: "Pretty good. You" (points at other student) "got an A, even though you didn't use many direct quotations. Great essay. ... Mostly Bs."
So I figure, I wrote about 1/4 of that sucker between midnight and three, we're probably looking at a low B here. Wander over to pick up the essay after the last chemlab I will EVER have to take (lab exam; as long as I got an 85 I have an A, and it's impossible to get below a C). Dig my essay out of the pile. Uh-oh: a bit of illegible scribbling on the front. (I think it says "Vague slang phrase.") A bit more a couple pages in. Then... nothing. Get to the last page. "A. Excellent essay."
*happy dance* I rule. (Egoboo is the best boo.)

Tuesday was Changeling. Quite rockin. Into the Dreaming, to retrieve a small boy's soul and uncover bits of Plot. A (possibly overly melo)dramatic scene towards the end, in which I discovered that yes, weather can be very effective. Just don't overuse it. A bit more on the nature of the current antagonist revealed, and the Fates pulling puppet strings. I was happy.

This next paper is on the nature of religious experiences, as defined by Nathanael West, Flannery O'Connor, and Bernard Malamud. O'Connor is easy: a religious experience is when Something slaps you upside the head, usually in a fatal manner. Malamud is trickier; it has to do with sacrifice and Kierkegaard's 'faith.' And West... I just don't know. I feel like I'm failing to understand Miss Lonelyhearts altogether. I just can't tell if West is mocking religion along with everything else, or if it's the lack of religion that he's mocking.

Comments

[scathach.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to mention the part where the only metaphone O'Connor is capable of is substituting physical deformity for moral deficiency. Damn, if you only had to write about O'Connor, I could help you out. I wrote that paper in high school. Twice. Then again, mine probably wasn't very good.

[dasphios.livejournal.com]

Hey now, there's a darn good reason that O'Connor wrote that way- granted, that reason is that O'Connor was a fucking moron, but still. I suppose it'd be possible to miss the whole lesson that Bres came to teach, but that doesn't mean it isn't stupid.