mercoledì, agosto 23, 2006

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals.

I’m daytripping to Niagara Falls this weekend. Yes, the touristy bit. Can anybody suggest fun activities besides getting baked and going to the aviary, looking at the water, and taking advantage of the romantic honeymoon atmosphere by messing around in an alley somewhere?

Very little else to say at the moment. I’ve been in a minor mood for a little while due to some more shit with my French thesis advisor regarding a reference for doctorate applications. At this point, though he is a fine, fine writer and a great academic mind, I must tell you I’ll never be able to write here who he is or where you can find his books because I’m pretty sure That Fucking Bastard Asshole Crossing The Street + Me in a Car = Kablooey. He alone fills me with doubts about the viability of continuing in the academic world – do I really want to be around such cunty people for the rest of my academic life and get underpaid for it?

He hasn’t said no, by the way. If he said no, that would be straightforward, you see. And much as I adore some things about the French, their national ability to straightforwardly cut through the Gordian knots of a problem as complex and confusing as WRITING ME A FUCKING REFERENCE AFTER GIVING ME A HIGH HONOURS MARK ON MY FUCKING THESIS JURY AFTER BEING MY THESIS ADVISOR FOR OVER A YEAR has never inspired me with awe in the normal sense of the word. I should have done what my shrink said and sent him some maple syrup with the letter asking for it. I should have played the ass-kissing game. Now instead of an ass-kissing game, I get to play an even more boring and morally humiliating ass-reaming game.

I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him.

11 commenti:

calisaurus ha detto...

Get baked and go to the casino - not to gamble, but to watch. It's freaky but fun - Mr. S and I are going to Casino Rama tomorrow for some of this fun watching action.

Jiri ha detto...

Get baked and try to steal the stuffed two-headed kitten from the Believe-It-Or-Not museum.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

They have a two-headed kitten? AWESOME. We're SO going. And is the casino close to the downtown or whatever? We won't have a car

Masonic Boom ha detto...

I thought the Believe It Or Not Museum was in the basement of the Empire State Building. How can there be two stuffed two headed kittens?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I have a feeling everything in Niagara Falls but the Falls is a knockoff. So probably some creative sewing.

Jiri ha detto...

No, it's real - or so they say, anyway. They have other two headed animals too...

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Then I am all amazement. Is the Believe It or Not museum worth it? Like, are there zombies in it?

Melbine ha detto...

All the museums are about $15 each to walk through the doors. I would say forget them...everything's in walking distance. The casino's practically humping the falls it's so close. From what I remember anyway. Yeah, the aviary's awesome. We had brunch on the Sunday morning in that revolving tower thingie. It was kinda expensive but fun. Get ready to get ripped off in general. It's all expensive! Oh, go to the Hershey's store!

Sorry your advisor's being a prick. Maybe you could just write the letter for him and then all he'd have to do is sign it???

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

I looooove aviaries! So we're going to that, and if the casino is right there we'll go there too, once baked. Where's the Hershey's store? Do they do bulk?

We'll see if I've sorted out the advisor - I'll write letters for him, I'll, I'll, oh, he makes my head hurt. Thanks for the sympathy, love.

Sugarplum ha detto...

Yikes, that advisor is an ass. Sounds like he just likes having power over a cute Canadian girl. Maybe he thinks you'll blow him if you want it badly enough. Perv.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Sugar, perv though he may be, I want it badly enough and I *would* blow him. I'm honest enough with myself to admit that. But the dumb bastard seems not to have thought through the fact I CAN'T BLOW HIM FROM TORONTO.