Woefully underrated Them

It always comes from nowhere, because from nowhere is where we find the unexpected. It's not like the prize at the bottom of cereal, where a red Jedi-Lightsaber spoon in my Corn Pops can unexpectedly make my day. Actually - yeah - let's go with that reference. I love my pops. And you know I know you know your jedi stuff. It's osmosis, even if you don't care. It's like not knowing who the Mario Bros are. I work in broad strokes, people! I can't be expected to hold your hand on every allusion to literature or pop culture. You don't want to be caught working with Duplo blocks when people are asking about Legos.

But back to the cereal prize. There's a difference between being caught unaware and found totally unprepared. If I was unaware, the Jedi-Spoon would fall into my cereal bowl while making breakfast. But since I was unprepared, it was something like the cereal box started sprouting legs, shouting in Cantonese, and began to fight me.

Last night, this lady danced F'n circles around me when it came to this film stuff. Of course I'm shocked. My ego needs to be stroked every day, and I don't like it being knocked out of place. And here she was ninja kung-fu kicking me in the temple. Kids, this was a veritable care bear stare of destruction. Lionheart pushed his gut out and exploded sunbeams onto my face.

Maybe it's all the Mamet plays and films I enjoy, but I find myself becoming slightly more misogynistic these days. In my defense, the capacity to which the women in my life consistently perform at does not leave much of an image, or even one to improve upon. The bar is pretty low and they fall under it. I mean, this is what I thought to be typical. I still do. But if you buy into a stereotype, you can be awkwardly countered once in a while when the truth comes around.

Oh, I will still be making fun of those people. You know I have an incredible amount of disdain for my generation - both male and female. But when something you hold to be solid as a rock begins to tatter and wear, you might want to reconsider your options.

Reminders for Class: Graduation in a two weeks. Woo!