Large Issue
T.O.C.E. just accidentally sent a photo of The Human Called Jennifer Love Hewitt to her 21st Century NonFiction Seminar. All of them.
See, the Seminar collectively blogs on blogspot (www.21cnonfiction.blogspot.com), as do I (you are here), and somehow she ended up sending a photo to the class, and not me. I think she was wanting to show my constituents that, in said photo, the man sitting next to T.O.C.J.L.H. is a friend of hers, The One Called David Conrad. [Hmmmm, "David"... why does that name ring a bell with me?] Conrad and Hewitt are in a show on the TV together called...Songy Challenge. Just kidding. I don't know what its called, but I think its about slaying dragons or something.
Anyhoo, T.O.C.E. is again the ass of the University of Iowa's MFA program. At best she can hope to be considered an endearing eccentric, a la Kramer, for the next three years of her life.
If the nonfictioners happened to check in with the blog before she erased her post, all of her grad school cronies might get the impression that she is a nutter for T.O.C.J.L.H., which takes a very long time to type with one paw. Speaking of T.O.C.J.L.H., T.O.C.E. and The Other One saw her talking on the late night talk show about this new TV programme. She had a lot of gold stuff smeared on her eyelids.
They waited to see a clip of this new show, where The One Called David [David? David? Argh! So familiar! It's on the tip of my tongue...] Conrad plays her husband, thinking maybe he would give the two of them a shout-out. For this same reason, T.O.C.E. will be watching the series premiere, on CBS Friday at 8pm (7pm in Iowa). Yeah, right. Like T.O.C.D.C. will go off script and start waving into the camera like one of those bulky losers that waits outside the TODAY show in 10 degree weather.
ALSO-- T.O.C.E. has taken to spending her classes with her hand over her mouth, after so many of the profs have asked her, essentially, "why are you making that face?" Reason number 122 why she should never play poker. This hand-over-the face thing was working well until last night, when somebody told a very funny joke, and T.O.C.E. exhaled into her palm, which inadvertently created a loud fart noise. She was laughing, but it might have sounded like the laughing made her fart. Or maybe everyone else's laughing covered it up. Or maybe it sounded like a sassy raspberry, sorta Bugs Bunny-esque. The world will never know.
Regardless, view the photo, then continue shaking your head in pity.
See, the Seminar collectively blogs on blogspot (www.21cnonfiction.blogspot.com), as do I (you are here), and somehow she ended up sending a photo to the class, and not me. I think she was wanting to show my constituents that, in said photo, the man sitting next to T.O.C.J.L.H. is a friend of hers, The One Called David Conrad. [Hmmmm, "David"... why does that name ring a bell with me?] Conrad and Hewitt are in a show on the TV together called...Songy Challenge. Just kidding. I don't know what its called, but I think its about slaying dragons or something.
Anyhoo, T.O.C.E. is again the ass of the University of Iowa's MFA program. At best she can hope to be considered an endearing eccentric, a la Kramer, for the next three years of her life.
If the nonfictioners happened to check in with the blog before she erased her post, all of her grad school cronies might get the impression that she is a nutter for T.O.C.J.L.H., which takes a very long time to type with one paw. Speaking of T.O.C.J.L.H., T.O.C.E. and The Other One saw her talking on the late night talk show about this new TV programme. She had a lot of gold stuff smeared on her eyelids.
They waited to see a clip of this new show, where The One Called David [David? David? Argh! So familiar! It's on the tip of my tongue...] Conrad plays her husband, thinking maybe he would give the two of them a shout-out. For this same reason, T.O.C.E. will be watching the series premiere, on CBS Friday at 8pm (7pm in Iowa). Yeah, right. Like T.O.C.D.C. will go off script and start waving into the camera like one of those bulky losers that waits outside the TODAY show in 10 degree weather.
ALSO-- T.O.C.E. has taken to spending her classes with her hand over her mouth, after so many of the profs have asked her, essentially, "why are you making that face?" Reason number 122 why she should never play poker. This hand-over-the face thing was working well until last night, when somebody told a very funny joke, and T.O.C.E. exhaled into her palm, which inadvertently created a loud fart noise. She was laughing, but it might have sounded like the laughing made her fart. Or maybe everyone else's laughing covered it up. Or maybe it sounded like a sassy raspberry, sorta Bugs Bunny-esque. The world will never know.
Regardless, view the photo, then continue shaking your head in pity.
posted by Charlene at 11:48 AM
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