These boots weren’t made for walking

Yup, I really did it today. I wore two different boots to work. Luckily they were both black, but one has a 3 inch heel and the other has almost none. Is my brain that wasted that I didn’t even notice I was limping to work or that something must have felt off-kilter? It probably ties into the dream I had last night where the German showed up to a Faculty Senate meeting in his infamous Michelin man snowsuit and showed everyone that he had his bathrobe underneath and a Geiger counter in his pocket. Creepy. I have to say today’s heel fiasco is a case where those 15 years of ballet training came in handy. I was able to teach a business class for 75 minutes with one foot on halfpoint to match the other heel as a magical disguise, all while discussing country profiles, key industry ratios and SWOT analysis reports, walking, talking, demonstrating searches AND distributing handouts. I think I fooled all 42 students, and the professor. If that’s not multi-tasking, I don’t know what is.

Someone asked me today where I was from. I told her Chicago. She said, “oh, yer from down south.” I never laughed so hard in my life.

Most frequently asked stupidest reference question: “Could you tell me where the reference room is?”

Fred Willard is uber hot! He gives me Nipsey Russell. I love that guy. I thought he was in Mary Hartmann Mary Hartmann, but maybe not. That was a great show. Really really great. He was so hot in Nussknacker. Everything sounds so fucking whacked out in German. What a royally fucked up language. Criminy.

Here’s a word of the day for the basement band posse – Trailer Hitch:

Guitar Face
The act of making an unusual face while playing the guitar. The look typically resembles a look of pain, intense ecstasy, or sometimes even plain old gas. “Man, that solo was sweet but he had total guitar face going on.”