Wistful reality — something like wide-awake dreaming, but tastier.
Why isn't there a Laundry Channel? I would do it.
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Wretched Slimy Mess was my third grade teacher. (What is a grade anyway? What does it have to do with school?) To get out of that early prison cell, we had to make a collection of nuts and seeds, or one or the other. I was quite partial to slime molds at the time, inspired by our teacher, but instead decided to go with shoelaces because they were easier to steal. I was headed for a failing grade until I figured out a way to prove that shoelaces, if planted, grew into shoe trees. Everyone bought it, and I was subsequently hired as groundskeeper and paid in walnuts.
Wrin-Klee Forsken, my high school geography teacher, has a new book out. It's about how to obey and be subservient to authority, using himself as an example of authority, based on his 47 years of telling 16-year-olds what to think. The good news for him is that my home town abolished firing squads for anyone who spent at least 45 years in the local school bureaucracy without going objectively crazy, running amok, and slaughtering people at random with a machete. He never took that much initiative, and it's doubtful that he could tell which end of a machete was the effective one, and for what. But anyway, go Wrin-Klee Forsken.
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Me? Yes, wistful, and also hungry right now.
