Two occurances that prove I am truly a geek:
1. I was watching C-Span the other day (as if that's not proof enough), when I caught the remaining few moments of The Prime Minister's Questions. A lovely little program where the entire House of Commons can ask anything they want of the PM. Now I knew this existed before, but I had never actually watched it. It was fascinating! It's like Jerry Springer for intelligent people! The represenatives actually booed their own Prime Minister! Man I wish we had something like that. I don't think Bush would live very long though...
2. I was wandering around the library the other day and finally located the Philosophy section. Wow! I'm in heaven! I immediately checked out 3 books and proceeded to almost miss the rest of my classes. I tried to relate this fascination to some of my classmates but all I recieved was blank stares. It's a strange feeling when someone actually asks you "Why do you go to the library? Isn't it boring?" and you have to try to explain to them how much wonderful information is stored in all those dusty volumes. I would venture to guess that I have my genes to blame for this (thankfully) socially distancing trait. It's really quite insane how excited I am over my ability to read all of those delicious tomes. I think most of my fellow classmates would consider me afflicted with some strange disorder. Their loss though. I still love books.
1. I was watching C-Span the other day (as if that's not proof enough), when I caught the remaining few moments of The Prime Minister's Questions. A lovely little program where the entire House of Commons can ask anything they want of the PM. Now I knew this existed before, but I had never actually watched it. It was fascinating! It's like Jerry Springer for intelligent people! The represenatives actually booed their own Prime Minister! Man I wish we had something like that. I don't think Bush would live very long though...
2. I was wandering around the library the other day and finally located the Philosophy section. Wow! I'm in heaven! I immediately checked out 3 books and proceeded to almost miss the rest of my classes. I tried to relate this fascination to some of my classmates but all I recieved was blank stares. It's a strange feeling when someone actually asks you "Why do you go to the library? Isn't it boring?" and you have to try to explain to them how much wonderful information is stored in all those dusty volumes. I would venture to guess that I have my genes to blame for this (thankfully) socially distancing trait. It's really quite insane how excited I am over my ability to read all of those delicious tomes. I think most of my fellow classmates would consider me afflicted with some strange disorder. Their loss though. I still love books.
