Ode to Spring Break

Haven't done a whole lot more than grade papers and jerk off this Spring Break, but it's still been kinda fun. Even the grading hasn't been so bad, although I did rent mostly shitty movies to play as background noise. You sorta want shitty movies--you don't want something like London Boulevard that shows a lot of promise cuz then you get wrapped up in it and stop grading and then when it still turns out to be pretty shitty in the end you feel like a chump AND you didn't get much grading done, did you? What you definitely don't wanna do is accidently rent the same shitty movie you rented some other time you were grading--as I did with the Australian film Road Kill. Sure, there wuz a sex scene at the beginning of the movie that I didn't mind seeing again, but I could've done without seeing people fed to this demonic truck and seeing their guts all grinding around in the gears one mo' time. I wuz, however, frankly shocked at how good Fast Five wuz. That wuz the kinda thing where you can look away and get to grading in between action scenes. Anyway, Spring Break is also good, no matter what the hell you do, for catching up on sleep. Also, I had breakfast with Ms. Patty McDaniel at this place in Hillsboro, MO, called Martha's. That's just the sorta place you visit on spring breaks or summer breaks. During the rest of the year I usually don't make the effort. And I saw some kickass stand-up comedy on Netflix at Wesley's one nite. According to comic Drew Hastings, Misery sucks cuz, "All the people look like extras in a Clint Eastwood movie."

Alas, there's one sour note about this SB in particular: today I looked a the lawn and said, "Fuck, I'm gonna have to cut this shit in a week."