I had just finished printing off my Faust paper for World Lit through Film when I heard a knock on the apartment door. Cynic yelled "It's open" or "Come in" or something similar, and indeed the door opens. I am fairly certain I know who it is, so I go out to the living room.
"Ah, I see I did find the right place," said a familiar voice. Cynic looked up from his repose to see who was speaking, because he recognized the voice as well. He looked over, and I could see the gears turning for a moment before he recognized who had just walked in to the Ice Cave.
"Dr. Baas," said Cynic in a very, very surprised tone. "What are you doing here?" At this point, I reached out and took the papers from this school's premier computer science prof. He had come down to our apartment to give me the papers I needed to grade.
Having fulfilled the purpose of his visit, Dr. Baas stayed around for a minute or two, inquiring where Cynic was this morning. I knew full well that he had consciously slept through his 8 AM class. That is, he made a conscious decision the previous night to remain unconscious during the first half-hour or so of his 8 AM class. Got it? Good. Baas then asked us what we had in the fridge. Sadly, we have nothing, and we told him so. So after a couple of minutes of general merriment, Dr. Baas went out the door, got on his bicycle, and rode away.
On the way to SAGA, Cynic and I decided that we should definitely start stocking our fridge with food (keeping under lock and key so that this one doesn't get ahold of it) and invite profs down to the Ice Cave. Clearly, we ought to drag Solganick back one night after WLTF. Or possibly drag Watson back next week. Now there's an idea...
Posted by Gallagher at September 23, 2004 11:14 PM