zzzzzzzzzzz...

This morning, unbelievably, I got up, showered, drove, and made it to class on time and semi-prepared. I was even borderline scintillating (at least in my own mind).

But the moment I was done teaching, my brain shut down for the winter...

Pretentious fucks of the world unite

I just noticed a piece of modern artwork on the wall at the library.

It was kind of interesting, so I leaned over to take a closer look, and that's when I saw the placard with the title, price, and "creative constructionist."

For those whom the term artiste isn't quite pretentious enough...