The cold war, the WB, and classroom coffee etiquette

"Where's the kaboom? I thought there would be an earth-shattering kaboom?"
Seriously though, this is pretty cool. Just one more way that NYC beats Plainview, I guess...

Speaking of dropping bombs, it's time I admit to something. I was perusing the weblog of one of my former students, and my dirty little secret smacked me right between the eyes. I can't hold it in any longer... I like The Gilmore Girls.

I never meant it to go so far. My sister-in-law sent season one home with my wife, who has since been devouring episodes like television tic-tacs. I thought I would watch one with her, just to reassure myself that she was crazy.

Dang.

I'm hooked. I love the characters, the small-town quirkiness, the (unusually witty) dialogue, and the numerous coffee references. Lorelai, I would love to buy you a cup... or five.

Speaking of coffee, I have recently started selling java for a quarter a cup to my students, to help raise money to feed my Western Hognose snake, Stewie (who happens to be a girl.) Harmless fun, right?

It seems that by doing so, I have granted permission for full-on jack-assery to one of my students, who barged into TWO of my classes this morning, and asked at full volume, "yo, wh3rz da' c0ff33, dawg?" Never mind that I was giving a quiz, and the room was dead silent.

So now I'm torn... do I go ahead and sell him a cup when he gets here next period, or do I tell him to "go cram a bean"? Doesn't anybody have manners anymore? Especially concerning coffee??

Well, I'm off to Tulia in a couple of hours to get things set up for OAP competition tomorrow. These girls (plus the boy) have really made me proud. Wish/pray/fingercross us luck.