Dan and Kermit Talk β

It was sad not having you around to pester.

For once you had to autoclave your own pipettes.

Brain-RAID crash.

I don’t know much about states and classes considering I take classes at a state university.

I secured at least partial credit for the problem I was unhappy about. Technique?

1. Explain reasoning, including using his favorite word, “subsumes.”
2. Get distracted by professor’s ostensibly awesome laptop case.
3. Propose compromise.
4. Success.

Am I a bad person?

I’ve resolved to be unresolved.

I’m marking you down as unhelpful.

Some people use Facebook to manage their social life.

You, on the other hand, use Excel.

Dangit, now I have to create a new worksheet.

My money’s on M. Night Shymalan.

So… you bet on directors like others bet on horses?

… I thought M. Night Shymalan was a horse.

I watched The Sixth Sense, but I already knew the twist.

I wonder how I’m going to get my kids to Sixth Sense-watching age without them learning the twist, deeply embedded in our culture as it is. After all, I didn’t make it to Empire Strikes Back watching age without knowing Vader was Luke’s father.

Corollary: I wonder how I’m going to get kids.

Where are you now?

Figuratively? In the nostril of the great purple serpent. But aren’t we all?

The ability to see is in the eye of the beholder.

This semester has given me more reasons to doubt the meaningfulness of perfect GPAs.

I’m questioning whether it’s a standard I should really feel I need to live up to.

That cathedral of imaginary expectations you created for yourself is melting away as if made of candy glass actively being tongued by a giant hungry baby.