Farnsworth shuffled into his office that morning, had a strawberry Pop-Tart with no frosting, and then settled behind his desk for a day of doing absolutely nothing. "Now, let's see," he said to no one but his desk, "what's on the agenda for my class this semester ( Read more... )

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Farnsworth was shuffling his way to class today day, postulating on theories of relativity and how to best make his lecture of the dangers of cavorting and fandangling with redheads particularly uncomfortable for that Bishop kid he'd seen trying to make out with one at the movie theater, when a great black void opened up in front of him and ( Read more... )

"Goodbye, cruel world!"

No, Farnsworth wasn't about to end it all. He'd worked too damn hard to get to be this old to just end it all. He was simply redecorating his office. The globe landed in the trash with a thunk"Goodbye, cruel lamp ( Read more... )

Professor Farnsworth figured he should spend some time in his office this week ( Read more... )

After yesterday's class, Farnsworth was feeling much better about things as a whole. Teaching, it turned out, wasn't really that bad or even that difficult. In fact, it was proving to be far more enjoyable terrifying students with the reality of a class than just merely threatening them with the suggestion of one ( Read more... )

There were very few places in the world as magical as a professor's office. It was here that a man could find true respite, genuine piece, and a wonderful nap, all while being paid to do it. The chairs were usually overly large and comfortable, the desks big and important, and the walls suitably cluttered with the trappings to suggest intelligent ( Read more... )

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