I should be grading that stack of photo contact sheets stashed in my blue book bag.
I should be proofing yearbook pages, but I didn’t have the heart to cart them home.
I should be reading my journalism classes sad stack of editorials.
Instead, I’m drinking Long Life organic decaffeinated green tea and munching on organic ginger snaps in an effort to detox the stupid from me and prevent my head from exploding or my brain cells from dying.
Here’s a question I’ve always pondered: If you read enough stupid stuff, will brain cells start dying off?
You see, I wonder if I am becoming exponentially stupid.
Now, I really can’t remember what an exponent is much less remember what to do with one–so doesn’t that prove my point? All I know is that saying “exponentially stupid” sounds way better than asking, “Can you become more stupidier by reading stupid stuff?”
See what I mean?
Why just yesterday I was in the newspaper room grousing at the kids about how far behind we were on newspaper deadline. (Will we ever be ahead?) It was Pizza Andy’s birthday and he was huddled behind a computer with his birthday cupcake and iPhone in hand speaking in a somber, conspiratorial tone… “I’ve got to have it…”
“Andy,” I said, “please get off the phone. We have work to do.”
“Hold on,” he said to me. “I’ve got to have this Darth Vader tie on eBay.”
You would have thought he was discussing a stock split with his broker. Jeez.
The bidding was up to $40 by the time I pried him off of eBay and he delegated the auction watching task to his dad.
“Quit bidding on people,” I said.
“Uh, Richie,” he said in a tone better reserved for a 2 year old. “They don’t sell people on eBay…I think it’s against the law.”
“Ok, fine, whatever,” I said. “Then look for a couple of elves. We sure could use the help around here.”
See what I mean? Me. Exponentially more stupider.