At Rageboy's Request

Last night (well, really early this morning) I was on the phone with Rageboy [1]. We were discussing all sorts of things, and an old story came to mind. In a blog post this afternoon [1] 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 [1]. 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 [2]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 [1]. 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 [1] and read more about it.