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Library People Part 2: Sleeping Elderly Asian Man

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What is it about a library that seems to attract people of all ages, races and states of consciousness? I suppose the abundance of chairs featuring arms, the warmth/cool (depending on the season) and the general free-ness of the place draws folks into it’s comforting bookish bosom.

I am convinced that this man is ghost. A long dead master of some eastern metaphysical cult. In life he so loved knowledge that he returns to our earthly plane at night and strolls the halls of our libraries, pausing from time to time to pull a book from the shelf, read a few lines and smile knowingly to himself before moving on. Eventually he becomes exhausted from the strain of materializing his soul and he begins the process of returning to the realm of ghosts and wind. Which is what he’s doing right now.

Even if he isn’t a ghost, I approve completely of his presence in the library. He’s quiet, well kept and has a certain dignified air that hangs about him even while sleeping. Contrasted to the beast man I last reviewed, he is a drowsy zen garden, while tub-tard is a couch on your trashy neighbors lawn.

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(A man can go his whole life without getting the chance to photograph something so magical as this. I had to sneak up on them like a wildlife photographer, the fat kid had just settled in and was not yet fully asleep. Very dangerous territory.)

Asian man:

  • Dignified nearly upright posture
  • Perfectly silent (Ninja?)
  • Even though sleeping, still a model of self discipline

Fat kid:

  • So slouched he requires the use of an auxiliary chair
  • Makes grunting noises while setting up his sickening sleep concoction, makes grunting noises while sleeping, makes grunting noises when awaking, makes grunting noises while leaving
  • All those who see him weep uncontrollably for the future of America

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This shitty paper I just wrote about a book I didn’t read: PART 2!

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System: 0, Collin: 1 million.

I can’t read half of what the notes on this pile of trash are trying to convey to me. Something about my thesis not having anything to do with the rest of the paper (small potatoes, really). What I can read is that big ol’ fuckin’ “A-”!

Looks like  I correctly surmised that being smart means you don’t have to try. This paper was certainly no skin off my back, and look at the result. A very respectable A-, I can live with that. It’s like the professor read it and knew that I just crapped it out, but she can see my inner genius shinning through the cracks. And what the hell, compared to the pile of regurgitated lunchables she’s just read through this thing is pretty damn good. So an A feels right, but she can’t just give me an A. If she does that she knows I’ll quit right there, lock in this level of crap-quality and churn it out for the rest of the semester. So she gives me the minus there as a means of encouraging improvement. Clever girl.

So there you have it folks, the systems broke but I ain’t in no mood to fix it.

Read Part 1 Here via this internet link.

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Library People Part 1: Sleeping Fat Kid

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I hate you sleeping fat kid. I don’t care if your rascal scooter broke and you had to waddle all the way from your car to campus. I don’t care if you ate a bag of candy corn and pitched yourself into a diabetic coma. These are not my concerns.

Why are you here? It’s 8am. The earliest classes are at 8am. If it’s 8am and you’re not in a class that means you’re here early.  In other words, you came with the soul intention of lumbering into the library to catch a manatee like nap. This angers me. I don’t know why exactly, but every time you fidget in your sleep or make some grunting sound, I cringe and despair for humanity.

I’m trying to pound out an essay about something I can already barely manage to care about and having your 300lbs of living, breathing, useless mass 10 feet away is not helping.

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go against ever fiber of my being and break the golden rule of the library. I’m going to be loud. I’ll start with a cough, if that doesn’t rouse you I’m going to position my squeaky ass laptop screen repeatedly (it sounds like a spooky Halloween style door creak). If that should fail, I’m going to begin cycling through available ring tones on my cell phone.  I will continue to do this each Tuesday and Thursday until you vacate the library, or find some other place to plop down in. Capiche?

Here’s my review section: If you’re thinking about buying a fat kid to hang around you and sleep all day, don’t. It’s depressing and horrible and will almost certainly turn you into a hate filled jerk.

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This shitty paper I just wrote about a book I didn’t read.

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Here’s what we’re going to do. I just wrote a paper, not a big one, just a 3 page jobber we write every week for a upper level history course I’m taking. I wrote it about a 6th century Persian work that essentially amounts to a “Scientific” discourse on, uh, everything. I read a few pages, skimmed through most of it and also read two paragraphs of scholarly writing about it. Then I wrote a brief essay detailing what the work tells us about the values of Persian elites during the period.

Who knows? Not me. I guessed. Said it had a lot to do with their emphasis on logical reasoning and it’s application to the natural world. I put two quotes from the book into the paper (thank you online source of the book for allowing me ctrl+F myself to relevant supporting passages with ease) and called it a day.

How is this a review you ask? It’s not… yet. Consider this the pre-review. Here’s the deal, I’m going to turn this thing in today and then when I get it back in a week or so time I’ll see if I’ve properly beaten the system, or if they call my bluff.

Not that this is plagiarized, it’s not, I wrote every word (except supporting sources, obviously), my ideas are my own and everything is properly cited. I should make that clear in case anyone working for the man is reading this.

Anyway, point being, there’s no reason I should be able to get away with this. If I do, it more or less proves that if you have even lick of intelligence you can sail through pretty much everything academic with relative ease. Sadly, I suppose it also means that standards have been lowered greatly to accommodate a humongous wave of stupid people… Which is bad for everyone.

Should I get this paper back and it’s so drenched in red that it looks like it just fought the battle of Iwo Jima, then I’ll know that all hope is not lost. The world still has a sharp bullshit detector and higher education isn’t a total sham.

So, now we wait. Frankly it’s a bit of a double edge sword, I’d rather get a good grade, but maintain my faith in humanity. Sadly, that’s not an option. We’ll see!

UPDATE: Part Two Completed, results are in! Read it HERE!

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Mightier Than The Sword, My Ass

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A pen is a pen of course of course.  This is what one would think, but it proves to be flagrantly inaccurate.  I used a Pilot G2 for nearly all of my tertiary education, and it preformed admirably.  The only problem I had with them was that I always broke the clip, but this was more my fault than the pen maker.  Then I thought that maybe I was missing a whole other world out there of click top pens, so I ventured into the unknown.  My next purchase was the Papermate equivalent, and it too rocked some serious note taking. So recently when I needed a new batch of pens after customers have slowly over time stolen mine, I figured any choice was a good choice.  I went cheap, and boy do I regret it.

Meet the OfficeMax GEL 0.7, a worthless pile of generic apathy.  Running somewhere around 5 bucks for a 6 pack, they are cheap compared to the Pilot G2s, but still not all that cheap, just crappy.  The pen offers a reasonable amount of comfort sporting a grip pad, but it is much more firm, and far less padded than its rivals.   That’s about where compliment(s) for the pen cease.

The plastic used it cheap, and thin.  After one week on the job, one has already broken under pressure.  Without warning a hairline fracture caused the bottom portion to shoot across the room with all its innards at an incredibly high velocity.

Then there’s the writing, oh you poor bastard of a pen.  It can write on very limited surfaces, and I mean very limited.  If the surface does not have mild padding like a stack of papers, you are royally fucked.  When it does work, the ink distribution is all wonky.  Often times it will lay ink on two distinctive lines, and have a very thin white gap in the middle.  This makes small writing hard to read.  You bastards at Office Max are going to cost me tips because I can’t make out what the hell people wrote on the credit card receipt.  It should be noted too that the Papermate pen could be held horizontal for some time before the ink would settle and you couldn’t write anything.  You can not write horizontal at all on this pen in the horizontal position, which might seem like a minor detail, but in my line of work there is a lot of writing that is done against a door frame.

While Pilot and Papermate R&D were pulling all-nighters, Office Max went with the ‘eh, that’s good enough’ approach.’  Due to my cheapness, I will probably ride this batch of pens out, though that should only take another month or so, then I’m going back to good pens.

Thank you Office Max for making a product that should be simple and reliable, and seriously fucking it up.

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