Amazing, ain't it? Bunnie abuses us, and we recover from our end of semester torpor. Or, since I am not currently on the semester system, my six-thousand-words-left-on-my-dissertation-here-comes-the-cliff feeling.

But I have to say, whatever torpor might do to me, I have no intention of giving a remote control to my students. If I cared about their opinons, I would be taking their class!

Hah! And stay the hell off my lawn, you damn kids!

There, that's a little bile and vituperation and curmudgeonly spirit, flowing each way free.

And I am somewhat serious...