04 Sep 4703 - Me First Drops Eff-Bomb
on Favorite Things
For anyone familiar with "Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies," this headline is
not news at all. Everyone else should become familiar. The band does covers of
just about everything, reworking them to punk or ska melodies. Traditional
listeners (read: tasteless people who can listen to Q99 in Roanoke and enjoy it)
will not like Me First, as the notorious up-beat and lack of melodious vocal
talent would certainly be jarring. Take that, Carlie Simon!
The only reason I was listening to my CD of Me First was
because I was in my Mom's new car, rolling around my new college, and I wanted
something to fill the air. A token of my arrival. Also I experienced the added
bonus of jarring Mom into wanted to get somewhere rather than wander for too
long. As it turned out, that little detail was about the only thing different
about my coming to this school.
History repeats: two years pass, I act in a play, graduate
with some degree, work in a perfume factory, make a doll, go to a new school.
Once I get there: my girlie leaves me, my digestion becomes poor, I spend hours
walking around looking for things. In time I will settle in, begin to know where
the good places are, attend church comfortably, eat gyro sandwiches, and update
my website often and well. However, in two more years' time I will have earned
another degree, met and fallen in love with another girl, and as soon as I get
to the next school for the next degree, she'll leave me too. Someone left my
life on loop.
By this rate, I will be the most educated and heartbroken man
in history in only ten years. Thirty three: most educated and heartbroken. Just
you wait.
Honestly, I wrote all this on the fourth. I have no idea when
I'll be able to post it. Not only do I have to get my computer on the internet,
I have to convince the Office of Information Technology in Clarkson that it
would be okay to allow a toady of mine to represent me in order to get my
password changed back. Otherwise I have to go to Potsdam myself, which is a pain
of a trip from Fairfax, VA.
The life of a TA is new to me, and good so far. After sitting
in on only one class, I have helpfully answered three student questions. I can
hardly wait to see what they have to ask once the homework begins, or for that
matter, the course material. Ever onward.
I can't complain. It happens every two years.