At Rageboy's Request
At Rageboy's Request
Last night (well, really early this morning) I was on the phone with Rageboy. We were discussing all sorts of things, and an old story came to mind. In a blog post this afternoon RB makes mention of this story, which was part of our lengthy conversation about religious zealots, new age divorcees (some of whom live in in RB-ville), girls we dated in the late 60's and early 70's, reasons to never leave NY State, or in my case, NYC, youth being wasted on the young, medicine (as in a variety of pharmaceuticals) and the not taking of same, old girlfriends (not necessarily from the 60's and early 70's), singing in the shower, how a crazed right wing faith based anti-choice site is leeching a graphic from one of his sites, and so forth.
Our usual topics of discussion.
Anyhow, I told him this long and funny tragicomic story of how and why I failed Logic Class when I went to college, despite having a copy of my test blue book showing all the right answers with the requisite proofs, to boot. "You've got to blog this," urged Rageboy. He was surprised I hadn't already blogged it. (Regular readers of this blog will notice how this just perfectly follows the immediately prior post here at Deanland.) We talked about this, and since the professor is dead, and any statutes of limitation are long gone in the 30+ years since this whole drama and the specific incident in question took place, well, hmmm.
Gee, I said, maybe I will. And here it is the end of October and I've barely blogged at all this month, So I put it underconsideration. Then we got off the phone and I went to sleep.
Today turned into a very busy day. Much to do, a few surprises, and some sudden deadline project work. I was wrapping it up toward the end of the day when an e-mail comes in from RB, alerting me to a blog post he's put up. It retells some of the aforementioned conversation, and as though this were a TV network teasing other shows on other nights, he offers just enough of my story to perhaps whet one's appetite to hear the whole shebang.
But I have plans for tonight and have to get out of here. I thus offer you this: either upon return much later tonight or perhaps tomorrow -Halloween!- I will recount the whole bloody (heh heh) mess. At Rageboy's request. How can one turn down such a thing?
Coming soon, as they say on those aforementioned teases. In the meantime, click over to RB's blog and read more about it.
