While I have been tempted, from time to time, to go back to school and obtain a degree… my previous academic experience always prevents me from doing so.
This is why I stopped going to college. (This is not me, but it’s a similar experience to mine.)
I got into an argument with a teacher about the content of a class. The presented information was wrong and I could point to a real world source for information. The instructor was more concerned about “blatant disregard for authority” than accuracy of the course material.
When I had a discussion with the Dean of Education (or whatever the title was, it was a while ago) they said “if the instructor says the war of 1812 happened in 1813, then you are expected to answer 1813 on all tests.”
Reality doesn’t matter in school. So I didn’t see a reason to continue. =(
PS, by the time I had this experience in college, I was mature enough to know not to contradict the instructor in front of the class… but even privately they weren’t interested in being corrected “by a student.”
Before you watch this, understand, I’m not trying to offer an opinion on who you should have voted for, nor am I a pro-Obama voter. For that matter, I’m not a pro-Romney voter either. I find myself in agreement with Douglas Adams, who wrote:
“It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…”
“You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”
“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like to straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
“I did,” said ford. “It is.”
“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t the people get rid of the lizards?”
“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.”
“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”
“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”
“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”
“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?”
And besides, who doesn’t love a campaign smear campaign based on a zombie apocalypse? Or Joss Whedon for that matter?
Official White House Response to
Secure resources and funding, and begin construction of a Death Star by 2016.
This Isn’t the Petition Response You’re Looking For
By Paul Shawcross
The Administration shares your desire for job creation and a strong national defense, but a Death Star isn’t on the horizon. Here are a few reasons:
- The construction of the Death Star has been estimated to cost more than $850,000,000,000,000,000. We’re working hard to reduce the deficit, not expand it.
- The Administration does not support blowing up planets.
- Why would we spend countless taxpayer dollars on a Death Star with a fundamental flaw that can be exploited by a one-man starship?
No, really. That’s the official (priceless) White House response.
When I got to the 3rd bullet point I laughed out loud, literally.
I’ve been using Photoshop for years. Once, when I was in my mid-twenties, I had this obsession with the Borg (from Star Trek, various). I got these really high quality textures and started applying them to corporate logos: places I worked, places I worked with. When I was cleaning through my harddrive this weekend I came across some old PSD (photoshop data) files of my “assimilating corporate logos.”
The company who originally invented this logo is long since bankrupt and gone, but it has special humor for me since at the time the company (a national ISP) had been purchasing regional ISPs around the nation and assimilating them. Very Borg-like themselves.
Finished reading through Chapter seventy-seven (which is all there is available). I agree with the author, if you don’t find this funny by chapter ten, give up. I think I laughed straight through from chapter two through chapter twelve. At that point, I took a break, and when I came back I couldn’t quite manage the same level of mirth, but there are still fantastic quotes and snippets of dialogue throughout.
This “parallel universe” work poses a lot of what-ifs, but after recently being introduced to the idea of feminist bingo (which provides an easy way to categories and ignore certain arguments based on the probability that anyone who uses one of those arguments is likely anti-feminist) I decided that I like this even more. The primary love-interest story is appropriately muddled by the two characters attempting to approach the problem from pure rationality (which adds extra humor for me since love is, by definition, not rational).