Hello my name is Jack
Today I started teaching again. Instead of a bunch of teenagers overwhelmed by their own hormones, this time my class was conformed by sweet lazy evil kids ranging 12-16. Contrary to what common sense dictates, this kids weren’t easier than my former students, and I felt like I was talking to a room full of autistic monkeys. Indeed, I think a random group of average monkeys could understand half what I’ve said better than this kids. Next saturday things will be different. I hope.
Procrastination is consuming me. I worked only an hour and half and a half, and the rest of the day I felt tired, burned. Is there any doctor in this room? Is it possible to be tired after talking almost completly for 90 minutes? If I talk 90 minutes, is there any chance of being mistaken by a tape? If I’m a tape, will you label me? And if I get to the next label level?
Valenzine complained about my imageless blog. You know, this is not a kids’ book, but I understand you. I know reading my blog is hard sometimes. So, well, to keep in touch with my scissory audience, I drew a fascinating doodle of myself:
This is me, pants down.
You can request drawings now. A house. A tree. A pink elephant. A dragon eating two chinese guards that were previously playing badmington in the top of a pointy japanese building. Go nuts.
Tired
Today was a heavy day. I was away from my computer till late evening, so when I got home, I needed to catch up a lot of mails, tweets, feeds, cookies and more. I wrote a mail (a really long mail) and it took me about two hours to finish it. I discovered that my time projections are far from precise. But they are still useful for those who know the trick: you have to multiply by four. When I think something will take me half an hour, take for granted I’ll need two. The X4 factor, as I like to call it. Zim’s fucking time, as the rest of the world calls it too.
But I’m not here to talk about my awesome X4 factor nor about monkeys evolving into dolphins. I just wanted to write down to some extent my tiresomeness, so my fellow readers can waste time reading it. I’ll try to cover other interesting topics in the future, so you don’t get bored with the rants of the uncle Jimmy.
By the way, I know my english sucks as much as an argentinian politician, so you are invited to collaborate with my cognitive development (and enhance the already painful experience of my human readers).
Ain’t enough crappy blogs
So, first of all, I’ll say something even Michael Jackson can’t say:
I’m back, bitches
Now: I know many of you didn’t miss me. Indeed, right now the blog has only three followers: me, a friend and probably me again from another place/account. But who cares. I’m back; it wasn’t enough to have a blog written in Spanish, one forgotten photoblog, Tumblr, Flickr, Twitter, yoursistr, et cetera.
I hate welcome messages, hello world posts, politicians, and hip hop music. But most of all, I hate when I’m writing just because what I already wrote seems to be insufficient. Now move your eyeballs out of here, there’s nothing else to read.