So I gave an awesome presentation last week.

That Woman came up to me after and said, sounding kinda surprised, "That was actually quite good." Soon I shall feast upon her entrails. Of *course* it was a fucking good presentation. It's because I am fucking *eight million times* smarter than you, you *bitch*. You are a *shitty art teacher* and I am a *genius* who is such a *sophisticated internet user* that I use *asterisks* rather than CAPS LOCK to lend *emphasis* to *words*.

( Disclaimer: I am a snob and am about to be completely unfair to my classmates. (But not to the professor, I don't think.) My excuse is that I've hurt my foot and my head feels like gnomes are hammering and sparkling their way out of it. But still, take note - I am going to be an asshole here. You might want to go read a Janet Kagan book or something instead if, you know, you're not into that kinda thing. Eat some chocolate. )

...Okay.

My notes also included a picture I drew of Generica Villainous forcing our hero Casey the Overeducated Berserker to kneel before her, which I maintain is within the scope of the class because it was part of a larger narrative, and that narrative also has a ninja in it, and ninja are Japanese. *Asian narrative art*, people.