Actually, I used to write like that when I was in college too, and it generally annoyed the heck out of my professors, though occasionally I'd get one who enjoyed it. That is, I would mostly write in the serious Approved Mode, but there would always be slips into snarkage. Such as the paper on a sonnet by, I think, Spencer that was entirely serious except for being titled "Bummed Out in the Theatre of Doom."
The only time I really, truly, let loose the snark was in my History of Anthropological Theory course, where half the class was, essentially, taught by us to our classmates because the prof assigned us each an anthropolgist and we had to read a ton of their works and find out about their life and give a talk on him. And most of my classmates were overachievers who would talk for 45 minutes, despite us having a 20-minute limit, and the prof WOULD NOT STOP THEM. And my God were they dry! I don't remember a single word of any of them
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This must be remedied immediately. That's got the lyrics and an .au of the song from the sketch. It's short. And sounds vaguely Australian because it's the end of the "Bruces" sketch in which a new faculty member is introduced to the teachers in the Philosophy Department of the University of Woollamaloo, and they're all named Bruce and drink a lot and other assorted Australisn stereotypes done in Monty Python fashion.
I shall listen when I am at home and not behind a firewall. Perhaps it will get the various _Rent_ earworms out of my head (though "Santa Fe" is a far more agreeable thing to be earwormed with than some other bits).
Once you get the ticky-taky rhythm down, it's easier. It also helps to learn the lyrics with a bunch of geeky SCA folk and sing it as tradition when cleaning up after a revel.
EeeeeeeeMANuel KANT was a REAL pissANT who was VERy RAREly staBLE HeiDEGger HeiDEGger was a BOOZy BEGgar who could THINK you UNder the taBLE
Aaaaaaand I'm gonna be singing that for the rest of the evening...
No, I specialize in going into artist-mind at the most inconvenient times, and start thinking "Hhmmm... that's an interesting shape and curve and how would I draw it, and where's the light coming from to make those shadows and ... OMG I AM STARING AT SOME CHICK'S BUTT."
I don't think I've been noticed yet, but for all I know I have an unsavory reputation up at the Ref desk or something.
Actually, I used to write like that when I was in college too, and it generally annoyed the heck out of my professors, though occasionally I'd get one who enjoyed it. That is, I would mostly write in the serious Approved Mode, but there would always be slips into snarkage. Such as the paper on a sonnet by, I think, Spencer that was entirely serious except for being titled "Bummed Out in the Theatre of Doom."
I feel much more appreciated on LJ.
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"Heidegger" to me, alas, brings up "Talking not about Heidegger but wine," from _Rent_. I am sadly deficient in my Monty Python experience.
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Chad informs me it is also the source of "Rule X, there is no Rule X!"
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Anyway, the Philosopher's Song earworms me at random times.
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That's a lot harder to sing along to than most of my earworms, I have to say.
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EeeeeeeeMANuel KANT was a REAL pissANT who was VERy RAREly staBLE
HeiDEGger HeiDEGger was a BOOZy BEGgar who could THINK you UNder the taBLE
Aaaaaaand I'm gonna be singing that for the rest of the evening...
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No, I specialize in going into artist-mind at the most inconvenient times, and start thinking "Hhmmm... that's an interesting shape and curve and how would I draw it, and where's the light coming from to make those shadows and ... OMG I AM STARING AT SOME CHICK'S BUTT."
I don't think I've been noticed yet, but for all I know I have an unsavory reputation up at the Ref desk or something.
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