Pox
Quiet day today.
Woke up, wrote a post, and talked for a bit on AIM. Today’s quote came pretty early in the day.
“What are you up to?”
- Me.
“Writing a paper. It’s really lame.”
- Drew.
“You and your critiquing of writing assignments.”
- Me.
“Hey, when I teach, I will not assign them papers and ask them to tweak a Chaucerian romance into a fabliau, YET NEVER EVER DEFINE WHAT A FABLIAU IS. Except for ‘a witty, ribald story, keeping in mind that Chaucer values cleverness over pun/cheek.’ “
- Drew.
“Wow. All those words mean the same thing to me. Except ribald. Doesn’t that mean you have to make it dirty?”
- Me.
“Medieval dirty.”
- Drew.
“I think you should just search alt.sex.stories for a good one involving a knight.”
- Me.
“I just turn in ‘medieval’ porn. She’d tear me a new asshole!”
- Drew.
“But then you can be like, ‘What? That’s NOT a fabliau?!’ “
- Me.
“It might be, but when that knight tears his first boddice, I’ll be dead.”
- Drew.
“Alright, fine, you go write your medievally accurate porn. I’m going to read my book.”
- Me.
“… that alt.sex.stories idea is looking better and better.”
- Drew.
The whole conversation is awesome, really (I only put in enough for you guys to get the overview), but that last line is what clinched it as quote for today. 
So yeah, after that, read for a while. Alternated between reading and lying there, actually. And since Janice was back, I was doing this on Will’s bed, and it just felt weird.
Lunch was some cereal. Basic 4 to be precise. And as I was eating, I looked through Exploding Dog.com. I don’t think I’ve been there since freshman year, but it seems to be the “new” thing. I’ve been seeing those pictures of his everywhere lately.
Back to the book after that. Read until dinner, which was rice with butter and soy sauce. Then I took a shower and it was time for KVIE. Peggy came over since she was already in North Davis, and then we went to pick up Izzy.
Got to the station, and the studio captain was really cool. The only downside was, we got there at 7, but the first break wasn’t until 8:20. So since we had a lot of time to kill, I tried to take a nap. But as soon as I put my head down, Peggy and Izzy started talking about drawing on me, so of course I couldn’t fall asleep after that. They ended up ordering me to sleep, shoving my head down on the table, waiting maybe five seconds, bursting into a giggling frenzy, and then I would be like, “How the hell can I sleep when you’re doing that?!”
Anyway, it was better when we actually went into the studio to work. Between pledge breaks, Evie also had us tag books that KVIE was donating to under-privileged kids in the area. We put “This book belongs to…” stickers on the inside cover of each new book. There were some good ones in there, too… we labelled many copies of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie; Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day; Everybody Eats Rice (which has a white girl insulting nuoc mam); Bread Bread Bread; What Will I Be When I Grow Up; and some more that I’m blanking out on at the moment.
After the last break at about 11, they shut down the studio and sent us home. Dropped off Izzy, went back to my place, and Peggy drove home.
And now here I am. I should go to sleep soon, since I’m driving to another project in the morning.
Peggy wrote:
Oooh that summer we did service every waking moment!
Posted on 07-Jan-07 at 2:49 pm | Permalink