Teo's Back
...as in, Teo is back. Not the possessive. Ew.
Am I really back? Who's to say. Certainly not me. I ran away, ate a waffle breakfast, and promptly ignored the place.
My news:
My dissertation proposal got approved, which is good news.
I'm not going to Amsterdam for the second time in three years. Well, actually, I'm not going to Amsterdam for the 37th time in 37 years if you want to be picky. But it's the 2nd time in 3 years that there was a chance. So I'll stay home and work on my afformentioned dissertation.
Which ain't so bad. I have to work my baseballs off for the next six weeks, but after that, I'll have pretty much two months to myself until my next practicum starts. Good stuff. My last summer ever before I have to work and make lots of money for the next 40 years to pay off One Big Pile Of Big Bills.
I have recently rediscovered the joy of fried chicken, which is not a good thing for the life expectency of my current waist size.
I was at school last week and saw an administrator for the first time in a few months. "Teo!" she says, "Good to see you. Hey! You've gone gray!" "Thanks," I say.
Pinata's Padres have destroyed any chance I had of watching meaningful baseball for the next 10 or 11 months. Thanks, Pinata.
My manservant Max, who parks my car, is leaving the garage for good. Although I appreciated Max, I am not unhappy about his departure, since he had taken to calling me "The Big B", which I just did not like. I've had various nicknames, most of which I have enjoyed. The Big B is not a nickname I enjoyed. Farewell, Max. Go.
And with that, I go back undercover. Maybe.
posted by Teodoro Callate @ 9:24 AM
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2 Comments:
Big B,
First off, congrats on the dissertation proposal approval. You now have the great joy of working endlessly for an undetermined but probably lengthy period of time. Should be fun.
Sorry about the Padres laying the smack down on your Cubbies. It's a shame that the World Series isn't played in May, because the Padres would win it every year if it were. As it stands, they'll play like world beaters for the rest of the month (this past weekend's three-game sweep by the Mariners - the Mariners! - nonwithstanding) and then they'll go back to being the Padres on June 1. If you like baseball teams that hover right around .500, you'll love the Padres.
Big B. Made me laugh out loud.
Your friend,
Special K
And here's the thing. It's not "Big B". I think I wouldn't really like "Big B", but it's "The Big B" which is far worse than simply "Big B". I know not why, but I swear it's true.
Further, it's not just "The Big B". It's "TheBIG-B". No pause. Emphasis on Big. Right up next to the "the". A freakin bad nickname. 7:00 every morning. TheBIG-B. I do not want to be the big anything at 7 a.m. I want to get in my car unmolested by the overenthusiastic use of a bad nickname.
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