This is a fairly common occurrence in a college classroom. Oddly, the student doesn’t even have to have the luxury of a cell phone to distract them, as simply their own mind is often enough. Of course, there are probably a lot more who never ask, and I assume they have enough shame to not out themselves as not listening.
I am a huge fan of sugared cereal. In fact, I’m not sure things without sugar deserve to be called cereal. I suppose they’re basically porridge.
I like Froot Loops, Lucky Charms, and assorted other cereals that will surely give me a heart-attack before I’m 40. I’m guessing the fruit in Froot Loops is misspelled for legal reasons, since they contain nothing remotely close to fruit.
As with many things in life, a fight between two English nerds begins to sound an awful lot like a Pokemon match after a while. I’m not quite sure why that is, but I guess the glorified game of rock, paper, scissors is part of the charm of the Pokemon franchise.
Also, literary theory taken out of context really sounds silly to argue about.
I’ve heard on occasion people push using random technologies more or less in class. Sometimes it’s texting, or PowerPoint, or Internet, or…whatever. Not that there can’t be any use for texting in a class, but it probably shouldn’t be forced.
We always buy our cats some catnip and a toy for Christmas. They almost always get more enjoyment from leftover wrapping paper and empty boxes. There’s probably a lesson on consumerism here.
I’m all for starting educating young, but sometimes people get a bit silly about it. It isn’t that complex economic models don’t matter, it’s just that for a little kid they’re simply not going to make sense, even if mentally they’re capable of understanding the basic concept. Teach them about dinosaurs, poetry, and basic chemistry, instead.
Christmas is wonderful, but it sure is stressful with all kinds of things that can go horribly wrong. One such thing that can go horribly wrong is dressing your pets up for the holidays. It isn’t that anything in particular will happen, but it’s more that you simply never should do this.
Just like most people should only play Dance Central behind close doors where there’s no chance anyone else will ever see. Ever.
Today’s strip is fairly autobiographical. It actually went up a little late because I was drugged out on pain pills from a root canal. It’s amazing what pain can do to a good-hearted person. The type of mean it can bring out. And then there are people like me who don’t need an excuse to be mean. I suppose such pain reaffirms out meanness was right to begin with.
There’s a sadness to scrolling too far down on a story you’re reading and discovering the comments section. For most major news sites this area is a festering cesspool of racist, homophobic, and misogynistic diatribes. Most people don’t speak this way in everyday life, so is it the anonymity of the Internet that opens up this hidden side to the public? I guess, but doesn’t anyone have anything better to do?
This is something like the third or fourth strip we’ve done involving a simile joke. That has got to be a record outside of the “Captain Grammar and the Grammarians” comic strip that ran in the 1940s. I’m not sure this is something we should be proud of.
This, however, is the way most professors I know answer questions when bored.
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