Frustrations

So, Paul Newman had a birthday a few days ago - he's now a ripe 83 years old. Becca has the uncanny ability to guess a celebrity's age dead-on, without thinking, so I asked her how old she thought he was. What'd she say? "Who's Paul Newman?" What?! Have we reached a point in society where today's generation does not know who Paul Newman is? I mean, come on! "It seems what we have here is a failure to communicate..." Cool Hand Luke, Paul Newman - he's a classic! But apparently a now-obscure classic. As I was tutoring today, we came across the subject of Newman Projections, and I asked my group what a Newman projection was. I got some blank stares, so I said, "I'm guessing it has nothing to do with the actor Paul Newman..." More blank stares. They didn't know who he was either. What is wrong with today's generation? Rent the movie Long Hot Summer, starring Paul Newman, and he'll make you forget Johnny Depp exists (temporarily, at least).

On a related note, I'm considering filing for separation from Fred. You may not have met Fred, but let me tell you, he's really been pissing me off lately. First of all, I thought he was called George, but no, it's Fred. Secondly, he's just been really lazy, hardly putting any effort into anything at all, and it's not like he's got a lot to do anyway. Thirdly, he's been giving me lip, being quite snarky, and I don't like it. OK, it's been going on for a while now, but it started out simply enough. I've known for maybe the past couple of months that when you go to print something, you have the option of printing a fast normal copy or a fast draft copy, which of course saves ink, and money. So that's what I've been doing. It wasn't a big deal last semester - I barely printed anything out then. But this semester, I have to print out three long lectures a week and poetry handouts and other miscellanea. To save paper as well as ink, I print on both sides. This is where Fred has been pissing me off. He prints the odd pages off without a problem, but when I flip them and ask him to print the even pages, he does a half-ass job. The first few pages come out fine, but then he grabs a whole bunch and spits them out, printing a fraction of a page on each sheet, and then he tells me I'm out of paper. This has happened every time I've had to print something in the past three weeks, and I'm tired of it. Fred's slacking off on his job, and I don't like it. If he does it again, I will file for separation to see if that jars him out of his belligerence. I hope so. I don't want to have to buy another printer.