The Moving ear deletes the spam; and, having deleted, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to uncancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears rewrite a Word of it
Eli Rabett is a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny, a chair election from retirement, at a wanna be research university that has a lot to be proud of but has swallowed the Kool-Aid. The students are naive but great and the administrators vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional. His colleagues are smart, but they have a curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they occasionally heed his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
6 comments:
Christ! You're now such a bigshot blogger that you're getting spammed, Mr. Smarty Rabett.
Mus musculus anonymouse
The Moving ear deletes the spam; and, having deleted,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to uncancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears rewrite a Word of it
I know I know those original lines...
Anyway, Tamino is doing a very good job, IMHO.
And he metes just enough editorial justice to ensure the chimp chatter doesn't spam the comments.
Best,
D
Boreholes are interesting, but if you want pure entertainment, you really need to look at cornholes.
--Horatio Algeranon
Horatio, don't touch their booties.
Mus musculus anonymouse
Who said anything about touching?
I wouldn't touch McIntyre, John A or the rest with a ten foot hockey stick (especially not if it was broken)
-- HA
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