People, I feel very sad for you that you don’t get emails from the Professor. I had just gotten done waiting for my potatoes to cook and let me just tell you that, though I only had two small potatoes, I ended up having to cook them in the microwave for like eight-potato time. It was like a cruel joke. I would go in to check and they would still be hard. Again and again and again.
But finally, they were done and eat them and I open my email and I have a message from the Professor, the subject of which is “I think my life is about to change!”
Oh, no! Has she discovered that Wittgenstein is not a mad scientist who makes philosophers from the body parts of other, dead philosophers, and so she’s quitting the whole discipline in disgust?
Is she considering buying a pony?
Have people she’s having sordid scandals with all started a soccer team?
Did she get cable?!
No, no, my friends. She has found a blog by a person who runs around trying to discover what kinds of things can be cooked on a waffle iron.
I know!
It’s so awesome.
I’m delighted and can’t wait until she takes up waffling things herself.