by Zwei ap Owen » Tue May 25, 2010 10:06 pm
Assuming you've got some inkling of who I am, I hate to disabuse you of any fantasies of improvement. I'm one of those unfortunate types who look 12 years old without a beard. I did learn to, like, trim it, but maybe not to the affect we all may have hoped for: after only two weeks of neglect last quarter while writing papers, one of my students commented on my resemblance to 'that guy in The Hangover.' It's ok, because I think she failed the course.
The shorter rejoinder would be to say that your mom didn't seem to mind it last night.
And man, no one really wants to move to Ohio. It's just something that sort of happens and then leaves you questioning the life choices that led you there (again, inferring sex with your mother would be appropriate). For me that was graduate school, coming up on two years ago, now. I'm an honest to God medievalist, which makes my involvement in this game a lot like that of a zoologist in the Big Foot Society.
And to continue our obnoxiously public conversation, weren't you like a **** biologist or something? How'd that go for you?
His Grace Sir Zwei ap Owen Liberator Domus Wyndhavinis
Arch Episcopus Venedotiae Dei Gratia
Dominus Meridiani Marchium
Miles Ordinis S. Mycaelis et S. Gorgii
Viking Illigetimus
Camhalta Fiannae
Lepidissimus Vir