Late Nights and Coffee

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Wednesday, 31 August 2005

Late Nights and Coffee

I have got to stop staying up late and talking to friends in other states. I really do. I was up past midnight last night, talking to my friend the psychology major, and then, I wound up staying up even later than that reading and whatever else it is you do, when you can't sleep.

We've gotten into the habit of talking every Tuesday night, after watching Tommy Lee go to college for an hour or so. It isn't exactly profound, but it gets me out of having to talk about the DSM, and it gets her out of having to talk about anything remotely language related, so it works out fairly well for us. It also keeps us from fighting about the fact that Psychology is a load of horse shit. So, Tommy Lee it is, and that's a subject we pretty much agree on. In any civilized society, the students would have already started a rebellion, clubbed Tommy Lee to death for sheer stupidity, and then sought out the administrative officials who sanctioned it, in the first place, for more painful and more lingering deaths than that. Then, again, the University of Nebraska already has a 75% freshman drop out rate (the first year), so what's one jerk off more or less?

It seems that one of her professors is actually upbeat and positive about the whole show. Professor Idiot says that they did a great job of not making Nebraskans look like hicks. Well, that would be just great, if the goal of a University were to produce urban sophisticates. What they haven't managed to do is make anyone look like a serious academic. Not the Chancellor, not the Professors, not the other students... Not even Tommy Lee's honour-student roommate.

I love the whole philosophy of Land-Grant schools, in general. They are one of the most American elements of American education. The idea that everyone deserves a chance at a really good higher education. That if the farm boy whose grades were low because he was out pulling calves during finals weeks wants to show up, and take classes, he can do it. Of course, he'll wind up working his ass off to stay, but the point is, he has that chance. If you want to know what Nobel Prize winners and what-crap came out of the school, look it up. If I keep talking, I'll be onto Folk Schools in about 30 seconds, so...

So, the general consensus of opinion is that Tony Falcone is just a big, boy-whore, and he was really sucking down big ones, last week. Not a terribly flattering thought., but honestly. I would have thought that one of the primary qualifications for being in a marching band would be the ability to walk and play a musical instrument at the same time. Then, we spent a while discussing where, exactly, Tommy Lee taped "it" while he was playing with the swim team. Evenly divided between to his stomach, and between his legs.

Which brings us to this week's conversation, which, of course, included the latest "package" comments from the show, and as a psychology major, she, of course, was obligated to point out that Tommy Lee's fixation with this may suggest that "it" is virtually non existant, after many years of drug use, and that "it" may not have had to be taped, anywhere. We also discussed possible diagnoses for him--and there was quite a range, of course.

The, and this is, of course, one of the great dangers of having eclectic tastes, we jumped from Tommy Lee to Meatloaf in one fell swoop. Psychologist Friend is a big, big BIG Meatloaf fan. I choose not to think about that. To put it in perspective, though, she is the only person in the whole world, who has ever said the words, "I've heard that song, before, but I didn't know it was from The Rocky Horror Picture Show." There is far, far, too much Rocky information in my head. There is far, far, too much Meatloaf information in her head. It still, somehow totally missed her that Meatloaf was in Rocky. So, she's becoming a very, very, belated Rocky fan. She watched it--at home, of all places--with her boyfriend. I am working on the two of them to get them to go out to the midnight showing, sometime. There's a theatre there, which actually continues to stay in business entirely due to that one movie. A beautiful, decaying relic of the 1940s, where they actually let you throw lunch meat and play with squirt guns. The whole place is sort of coated in a thin layer of lard, but it's definitely an experience.