Reality TeeVee

For anyone who enjoys cooking and/or eating gourmet food, Top Chef is actually fascinating. It is very little about personality narishkeit, and very much about the actual skill of cooking. It is even better than Project Runway in that the judges on Top Chef are extremely analytical and detailed about their judgments and provide a fascinating insight into high-level professional gourmet cooking. This is quite different from Michael Kors with his “She looks like a two-bit tranny slut in an embroidered garbage bag” and Heidi Klum going on about whether the models’ asses look fat.

Dean Dad versus Berube

This “contracts versus tenure” imbroglio is cracking me the fuck up. What could be more hilarious than a set-to between a couple of soft pompous former humanities scholars now current Internet windbags?

Of course Dean Dad is in favor of abolishing tenure! He’s a motherfucking DEAN, for chrissakes! What the fuck do you think Brian Cashman would say if you asked him whether he was in favor of Carl Pavano’s guaranteed contract during his pitiful time with the Yankees?

Student-Professor Relations

I don’t respond to any e-mails from classroom students of any kind. Period. I make this policy known at the beginning of every semester, and let students know that if they would like to make an appointment to talk to me, they can call me on the phone.

When I was a student, there was a serious activation energy required to disturb a professor. The idea that students should be able to just text message professors from the basement of the motherfucking fraternity and the professor is supposed to respond is ludicrous. Fuck these little overentitled pissants.

UPDATE: Just to clarify: I used to accept e-mails for the purpose of making an appointment to see me, but half the time the students didn’t even show up. That is why I recently modified my rule to require a phone call to make an appointment to see me.

Chuck Todd

Chuck Todd is fucking nauseating. His smug sneering pompous consdescending demeanor makes me want to projectile vomit. He is a grotesque symptom of the horrible disease that infects our teetering polity, a nasty suppurating leprous chancre on the face of a grievously ill patient near death.