what's with the shagging, suddenly?

Today's student T-shirt discovery: "WILL SHAG FOR FOOD," the lone gesture at individuality among a sea of brand names. Alas, I fear he'll starve.

In other news, shock! and likewise horror! The boob tube is back. I must have seen at least three of the gazelles in them, accompanied by that ineffable, unmistakeable air of precarious unease, together with a tendency to hitch at intervals. Of all the solecisms of the 80s, the boob tube was probably the worst. I'd hail it joyously as clear proof that the last few years' horrible tendency to featured bra straps is at an end, except that the alternative is so much worse.

Curriculum advice this morning was a bit of a blur, I hope I haven't accidentally signed anyone up for underwater basket weaving. Hell, let's face it, this whole weekend has been a bit of a blur. Blurry components as follows:

• Saturday: wrote encyclopedia entries all day. Was distracted in late afternoon by jo&stv in need of cheering up; boozed. Fled them in direction of Shakespeare only slightly sloshed. (Twelfth Night at Maynardville, beautifully warm in the open air, fun production with a good cast, but an itsy-bitsy-teensy-weensy bit flat, to my possibly jaded, or even drunken, gaze). Got home around midnight. Slept really badly.
• Sunday: woke up too early, wrote encyclopedia entries. Spent afternoon constructing complicated salads, possibly as an escape from Shrek. Fed complicated salads for supper to strawberryfrog and short_mort, meeting the latter for the first time (she's cool, and also knows modern fairy tale parodies I don't). Played Fluxx! until way too late (interesting card game with madly changing rules, possibly ideally suited to my fundamental tactical inability to plan ahead more than one and a half steps). Went to bed around midnight. Slept really badly.
• Monday: woke up too early, gave curriculum advice, with a short break to give intro talks to ickle firsties on why they really want to do English. Staggered blearily into office, wrote incoherent blog entry in attempt to escape from Shrek. Now all I have to do is wait around until 4.30pm, when I give another info talk to what I confidently expect will be an utterly empty lecture theatre, since students work out really early on that only strange Law aliens and social work students are on campus after 3.30. I may, facing my inescapable fate, also write an encyclopedia entry on Shrek, although it won't be coherent.