Most of you think I'm just another international playboy of mystery. But really I have a day job! The proof: here is the plan for my dissertation, or "prospectus," in written and picture form.
Now you have no excuse not to know what I do. ;)
I present these to the powers that be on Thursday. Then, if they like, it's off to the races.
The good thing about being smote with food-poisoning/pig flu/hangover is that for two days one can only watch television on the internet. And so I decided to make the most of my malaise by catching up on all this popular culture I keep hearing about.
First, Glee, which everyone everywhere seems so enthusiastic about. Maybe all this enthusiasm built my expectations too high, because I was underwhelmed. It has some zinging moments, but these are marooned in vast expanses of 'plot.' The whole thing is a pale shadow of the teen crud classics on whose shoulders it rests.
This gag never gets old though:
Then I shocked myself by watching something called Jersey Shore.
If you think that clip is bad, rest assured that the actual program is much, much, much worse. Slash better. I couldn't tell! But it was morbidly fascinating. I couldn't look away.
I wanted to watch True Blood, but they weren't giving it away for free, so that was the end of that plan.
I was reminded recently that I needed to post this masterwork, given to me by the talented S in celebration of aging.
But then I was struck down by food-poisoning/pig flu/hangover, slept on a futon, defiled the C train AND my regained velour (at the same time), and watched a lot of bad, bad, bad television for free on the internet. So forgot again, until now.
