Little funny things

One of my students has had a nasty cold for the past week. I sent a get-well e-card earlier in the week. I was trying to come up with another get-well gesture the other night. Bringing an actual can of chicken soup to class seemed like too much, so I came up with a more subtle, and much funnier, thing to do. I would bring in the label from a can of chicken noodle soup to class, the idea being that the label probably absorbed some wellness-inducing-vibes from the soup by osmosis.

Unfortunately, although I remembered one-thousand of the things I had to remember to bring to school this morning, I forgot the one-thousand-and-first. So, I was left with no other option but to scan the soup label’s image into my computer, and send the picture to my student. It can be found here.

Here’s another funny.

One generic cinematic sort of situation that’s always stuck in my head is the idea of two people, maybe friends, maybe enemies, maybe a little of both, standing on the top of a mountain during a gathering storm screaming at each other about the fate of the world, or at least humankind. Does this make sense? Do you know what I mean?

I especially like the idea of two people who were friends when they were young, who are now in positions of great power in opposition to each other.

I guess it’s definitely a comic book sort of situation too.

So I told Mike about this, and he immediately envisioned it as the last battle between Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty on top of Reichenbach Falls, which is certainly a very similar situation, although not quite what I had in mind.

Many months after I first mentioned it to Mike, I was telling him about a particular person that I sometimes really really dislike. This person is also a graduate student.

Mike suggested that maybe I had finally found my partner for this scene of mine. He said that ten years from now me and my enemy could enact this fateful mountaintop encounter, like Holmes and Moriarty. Except, Mike added, that ten years from now me and my nemesis would both be professors. I wasn’t so sure.

“Only ten years? I wouldn’t count on it. I think I’ll probably still just be a ‘Mister’.”

(It’s not entirely obvious to me that I will ever graduate from here.)

Ok, one more.

Riding the bus this morning, (yes, I ride the bus an awful lot), I saw an advertisement above the seats opposite me. It was actually an advertisement for the advertising space. It was a cute cartoony drawing of a view of Earth from the surface of the Moon. There was text that said something to the effect of "Let more people see your adds".

Huh? Who exactly do they think is riding this bus??? Or, how far exactly do they think this bus's route goes???

Well, just one more.

They keep making these movie versions of classic TV shows. I'll admit that I enjoy some of them, but that's not saying much, because I enjoy 99.999% of the movies I watch. But even with the ones I enjoy, I do ask myself why exactly they felt it necessary to make such a movie. Because some of them are pretty awful. AWFUL.

Then the other day I was flipping through the menu to see what was showing on TV, and I saw that Leave It to Beaver was on. But it wasn't the TV show. Oh no. It was the movie. (Don't believe me? It exists. Check it out!)

I had never heard of this movie, or seen any indication that it exists. So I thought to myself, "Considering how bad all the other movies based on classic TV are, exactly how bad does this one have to be to have been beneath my notice??"

And this made me very frightened. I actually had to turn the TV off right that moment.

Ok, now I'm done.