Tuesday, October 18, 2005
(8:22 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred
I hate it when my spam filter is outwitted. I hate that the temperature of my bedroom during winter has no relation whatsoever to anything I do, at all. I hate that I can't remember what the hell I was thinking when I signed up to lead discussion in hermeneutics class. I hate realizing at ten o'clock at night that I haven't left the house all day, multiple days in a row.I hate having recently reacquainted myself with the art of channel-surfing, but only because taking a study break by using the Internet (i.e., taking a break from reading in order to read something that produces even more eye strain) doesn't make as much sense as it once did. I hate our shitty cable plan, because there's no Cartoon Network, and therefore no Adult Swim, and therefore no Boondocks cartoon show when it starts in November.
I hate that I know that taking overly hot showers only dries out my skin and makes me itchy, but I do it anyway. A true "Romans 7"-style dilemma.
I hate that I had a dream with Bill Clinton in it. The part that I remember is that it was like one of those web sites where you could choose the clothes he was wearing, like a paper doll. I initially had him in a green sweater with a button-down shirt, but I decided it'd look better with a tie. When I clicked the tie option, it was hanging out, and no matter what I did, I could not get the program to keep the tie under the sweater. I think that this dream expresses my supressed wish to exploit young interns.
UPDATE: I hate that I don't know as much about web design as this guy.
UPDATE (2): Check out the Google Image Search results for "Saddam's penis".
Yeah, and overall, taking four PhD courses is kind of a lot of work.
And so -- dearly beloved, I invite you to hate.
