What do you say about a woman, whom you've always liked and respected, who phones your offspring to give her shit, for something her kid has failed to do? I don't care what anybody says, if you've got an essay due Monday morning (assigned a month ago) and the person to whom you were supposed to send it for editting (don't teachers ever do their own damn work anymore) has been expecting you to send it since Thursday, you cannot phone them at 8:30 on Sunday night and tell them you'll be emailing it shortly. And this was not just a quick read-over edit; there were pages of questions to fill out.
The problem is, this kid is really charismatic, and has always charmed his way out of trouble. Obviously, he's now got his mother's head stuck so far up her ass that she sees fit to yell at my kid for his procrastination.
It ends somewhat happily; the lad was mad at my kid for a few hours this morning, but has now admitted responsibility and they're okay. I am very proud of my kid for sticking to her principles, even though it almost killed her.
I can't say I'll ever feel the same respect I used to for his mother though. It's a shame.
On the lighter side, Barbara in Montreal - she of the x-ray vision and eagle eyes - alerted me to the fact that Jian Ghomeshi read my Radiohead email on the National Playlist this morning. That is too fucking funny! I certainly didn't think he'd read that one, as I came across as a bit of a headcase (well, to be honest, probably less of a nutbar than I usually am in my emails to my CBC victims):
I have a shameful secret to confess: until this weekend I did not own a copy of OK Computer. I know! Shocking, isn't it? Please don't tell anyone, or they will revoke my scenester membership card for sure.
I'm not sure how that oversight came about because I do enjoy and respect Radiohead, but I do know how it was corrected - by listening to the National Playlist. Let Down deserves to stay on the list for a very long long time. It may be just one beautiful song among so many other beautiful songs on the cd, but it lifts my soul. I don't think that anyone can create a mood quite like Thom Yorke can, and on Let Down his soaring vocals are transcendent. Listening to Let Down is a spiritual experience.
Okay, enough about me already. How was your Monday?