Does anyone else have that one friend whose sleep schedule is like an ever-evolving mystery? One day they’ll appear to be asleep for the entire 16 hours that you’re awake, but the next three they won’t appear to actually sleep at all. Sometimes they appear to be on Australian time, other times their schedule has adjusted to somewhere in the middle of the Pacific ocean. (I call this Cthulhu time.) You go a week without seeing them and you have no idea if they’re just really busy, dead, or if their sleep has simply synced up to the exact hours you’re awake and online. The only indication that they’re still in this mortal coil is vague posts about grocery shopping that pop up on their blogs at 4:12AM.
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a professor just used the “:S” emoji in an email
me in 30 years as a tenured professor, in an email to my 8th phd supervisee: “hey how’d the conference go :3c”
*university president walks in on me wearing cat ears*
“ Σ:3 Oh noes!! Sowwy mistew pwesident!! I can stiww has tenure fow good pewfowmance?”
*I’m escorted out by campus security*
when i first wrote this post, the power flickered, a sense of cold dread flooded my apartment, and i had a vision of this reply hovering above me like macbeth hallucinating a dagger. but i continued anyway
“can you stop playing the Tchaikovsky sonnets just because he was gay?”
“quiet, here’s the chorus”
me: the reading of literature is a highly subjective experience and differing interpretations of texts are not only entirely valid but also provide fascinating input into the reader’s own social context and psyche, thus ensuring that literature remains powerful and relevant as time goes on
someone: *doesn’t interpret my favourite book the way I do*
me: okay you fucker you wanna play this game? here’s a ten page paper with textual evidence showing every little way that you are wrong
Just some shitty selfies to show off my outfit, and my lesbian-librarian-ness.
Leaving tungle.hell like rats on the Titanic 