Whilst I was taking leave from my role as blogger over the last week, Blogger decided they would alter the style for making posts. Dudes, and I say this with the utmost respect: LEAVE IT ALONE! DON'T RE-INVENT THE WHEEL! FAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKK!
Ah, that's better.
All I've been doing lately is plodding through the vicissitudes of life (as are we all), and I'm sure they've not been all that interesting. Indeed, the most exciting part of my life lately has been, whilst I was in a small town about an hour away, realising my driver's licence had expired and having to drive further up the highway to the nearest town where it could be renewed. This in itself doesn't sound particularly thrilling, but there is the added adrenaline rush of wondering whether you will be pulled over by the Highway Patrol and wondering whether you will be believed. Whilst not a race against the clock, it is a battle against statistics and chance. My brow was beaded with sweat (but what the heck, maybe it gave me a dewy complexion) and my heart raced a little as I scanned the road ahead, searching for the alarming sight of the car with red and blue strobes parked at the side of the road, and the uniformed walloper with the broad-brimmed hat and high-vis vest gesturing for me to stop.
No such apparition materialised, which is good because some of the highway patrolmen in my area have a reputation for being less than understanding, and more than officious. I made it to that town sans incident, and renewed my licence.
And this, dear reader, is my idea of what has been exciting in my life this past week.
Today, I have been preparing notes on why Shakespeare is still relevant nowadays, and enjoying it. Call me a fuddy-duddy, but I believe the Bard is very relevant and relatable, and I enjoy telling students why this is the case.
Before I go, I will share with you the dumbest thing I have read in a long time. It is the copied text from a tweet posted by some braindead dunderhead, and here it is:
if a man says no to a womans orgasm but she orgasms anyway while they are having sex, isnt that like rape?
No, I'm not making that up. Someone asked that. *Dons terry-toweling hat, sunglasses, smears white zinc across nose, climbs to the top of the high tower, sits in the seat, blows lifesaver whistle, and shouts to this imbecile: 'YOU! GET OUT OF THE GENE POOL!*
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