Library Computer

Yesterday I used a computer at the library (already blogged about being there, 2 posts yesterday...crazy I know). The keyboard on the free use computer was disgusting. I began to imagine all the people with colds and runny noses...people that picked their nose...and all of them had used that keyboard--for the first time in my life, I began to worry about germs.

As I was sitting there reflecting on the nastiness of the keyboard I decided to write a poem instead of working. It's just a little drivel, but it was fun to write.

The Keyboard

Bits of skin,
Someone's hair,
A crusty booger too,
When you're at,
A library computer,
All this waits for you.

Just take a keyboard,
Press a key,
And root around inside,
Cause there you'll find,
The nasty things
That in your keyboard hide.

And if you want,
Additional proof,
Then here's a little trick,
Take your keyboard,
Shake it about,
What falls out will make you sick.

Yeah, gross poem I know...but then again so was that keyboard.

Oh, and here is something a witty person said yesterday. Unfortunately, their humility is so great that they will not credit for the beautiful imagery of this sentence.

"We're past beating a dead horse. The horse is dead, and processed, and now the two of us are sniffing the glue."

Anyway, short post this morning. I gotta get some work done.

p.s. Funny thing...you know how I mentioned that sociology professor who used the word "eschatology" wrong? Well, after class we talked for a while and I humbly asked him if he meant eschatology and I spelled it out, he said yes, then I told him that I was under the impression that that word meat the study of the end of times...because that's what the etymology of the word means. He looked up the word between now and then. He just apologized to the class and said he'd used the word wrong. It was really awkward. But it was very impressive. I've never seen a professor admit to being wrong like that.

The problem is today he is talking about logic. He is trying to explain what inductive and deductive arguments are...and he doesn't understand either. I might have to talk with him again after class. I think he might hate me.