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, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded 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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