Of Lewis and Pastries...

Well, pithy introductions aside, I feel it is most important that I begin my story quickly, and to tell it effectively. My tendancy to ramble is legendary, and I won't fall victim to its rascally ways. So, in lieu of a great, and witty beginning, I shall simply start out like this:
So, this morning, much to my amusement, was more entertaining than it has been the whole time I've slaved away on the stairs of the Math and Computer Science building, here at the University-That-Is-Not-To-Be-Named. One reason, and possibly the most obvious to those to whom I've already spoken, is the fact that after a long delay, our lovely, yet utterly totalitarian supervisor decided it was time that she fed us. So, we had a nice little breakfast (quick note, I feel it is neccessary to say that this breakfast was felt very strongly after the fact, all throughout my digestive tract. Next time she lures me into eating one of those irresistable poppy seed cakes with the glaze, or even that sinful chocolate milk, I'll be sure to quickly decline) in the third hour, thus cutting short my painful efforts to scrub (and I mean SCRUB) the stairs that never cease to be dirty. Ever. A nice treat and one that was well appreciated in a scholastic sense because I had a French paper to finish (Curse you, those with whom I played Speed Scrabble, drank copious amounts of Martinelli's and ate ravishing brownies), and I was able to leave early without consequence. Except financially. But, what does that matter...

Still, the greatest surprise of all came long before the above shindig. Normally, I listen to some sort of audio entertainment while mopping. Most of the time, its a terribly conceived mix of songs (imagine if you will Burt Bacharach's The Look of Love being followed by Gilbert and Sullivan's I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General, which is then followed by Green Day's Novocaine...it's like listening to Jack FM, except without the annoying man voice that thinks its soooo cool, which probably makes my mix better than Jack FM, but at the end of the day, I really dislike (read: hate) both.). This time, I tried to forget this mix, and expand my horizons. I have practically 20 MiniDiscs full of music, so I guessed anything else would be better.
Well, to make a long story short, I placed in a disc that I believed to be Nickel Creek's newest album, but I was instead treated to John Cleese's rousing reading of "The Screwtape Letters." I was shocked. I had completely forgotten about this disk. I had burned just before parting on my trip up here, but never got the chance to listen to it, thanks in part to my car's inablity to stay in one piece, and the very hot Nevada desert that almost claimed its life. I was so pleased to hear this, and it helped pass the two hours that I did work, very quickly. C.S. Lewis' clever musings on temptation and sin are rendered all the more entertaining when read by a member of Monty Python; especially the bit about humor. I found it extremely ironic that a man so famous for his bawdy humour (oooooo...) was reading the writings of a man who obviously disapproved of it.
So, while seemingly petty and uninteresting to probably the majority of those who read this, I found this morning to be a breath of fresh air. Who'd of thunk that a little bit of Lewis and a smidgeon of sweets could help to brighten one man's hopelessly dreadful morning.

Also featured today were my attempts at fixing my incredibly pesky television. I actually went out and bought a soldering iron in order to repair the thing, and my success can only be described as non-existent and fleeting (there was about a 5 minute period where I felt invincible to all things technical, and began clapping my hands in order to keep the TV's volume at a reasonable level, as if clapping was a proven method to express faith...Don't hate, Tink...) The problem still persists, and yet, I remain apathetic. How often can you get a TV for $8? Not too often, so if a little light slam is neccessary in order to save a few hundred bucks, fine by me.

There you have it, folks, straight from my head, to my fingers, to the keyboard, to the computer, and then after that, into the hands of the great and mystical Internet gods who will publish this great work of lunacy all over this great world of ours for all to see, and for no one to care about... Man! The Internet rulez!!!!1111

'Ave a gud one, luv!

ciao
parker