Three weeks...?
That's how long I've been away from this space? Wow. I'd toss in a few choice words about procrastination, but I can't think of any, so I'll add them later.
But seriously, folks...activity in the new school year is ramping up quickly--this coming semester is 'the big push' to wrestle a working draft of my master's thesis into submission. So (and this applies to both of you who read this blog regularly, so pay attention), the plan is to update once a week, on weekends.
To get things rolling once again, I thought you'd all (that still means both of you, and you know who you are) like to have a preview of what I'll have to explain away to every local bus driver until next May, now that I have my brand-new for-university-students-only transit pass.
Hey look, kids--it's Stan Laurel's drunken uncle.
Still, it could be worse. Last year's pass photo made me look like I was related to Cooter from The Dukes of Hazzard.
Thanks to the internet, I now also know that Cooter had his own action figure:
'Tis a signal honour indeed to be immortalized thus. This surely must rank as one of Memorabilialand's most sought-after collectibles, right up there with the Corporal Klinger action figure from M*A*S*H.
I hope nobody's reading this just before bedtime. I don't want to be responsible for any nightmares.
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