I <3 Academia!

While researching articles for a paper for Intro to Counseling, I ran into a three month long academic bitchfight. It's beautiful stuff, man. Spooge runs from all sides.

The original poster has a very /long/ article published which includes his brand new shiny theory. Three respondents chime in in the next issue with cultured disdain, making veiled accusations of incompetence and 'imperialism' in one case. The OP responds with a truly wankerrific screed in which he complains that the respondents are, essentially, meanies who didn't really /read/ the article and have the collective academic skills of a tuna. Featured are: Imperialism, the gratuitous abuse of the phrase 'and to wit', and the frantic waving of credentials by all concerned.

Academia. It's like Fandom_Wank, in a way.

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First note, I am exhausted. No real sleep for days, and my dreams keep getting more and more bizarre. Despite this, I am happy!

1. I have my ten articles for my paper (they're like adorable little children wandering on the traintracks of my academic career), and my professor has created a template and examples of the format the paper should be in, so there's no real panic there. I will do it this weekend, and then my shadowing paper next weekend. (Note to Exalted players: I'm formally pulling out for this Sunday. I have to concentrate on paperness.)

2. I've gotten back in contact with a friend of mine. Of /course/ she wants to do something right in the middle of the Hellclass. And, of course, I agreed. We're getting together Friday night, because honestly, I deserve it.

3. I'm ahead in my homework. Go me.

Passing by the local church on the way home, I saw the sign for their vacation bible school:

Lava Lava Island!
Come where Jesus' Love Flows!

...tell me I'm not the only pervert out there?