TV Slave

There is no Law and Order on. (Which is kind of amazing, when you think of it, because L & O is the Saved by the Bell and/or Wings of the 21st century, as in it's on all the time.) Anyway, there is nothing for me to watch no and so I am sad. Not very sad, mind you, but if I were four years old and still me, I would be making The Face. (Or if my grandparents were visiting, it would be The Punim, which is Yiddish for, of course, face.)

I was a remarkably scowly child, and I've been looking for pictures of me making that face, but there are none, because of course I would have run scowling from the room if anybody had pointed a camera at me at such a moment. When I think of myself at the age of, say, four or five, it's with narrowed eyebrows and a downturned mouth. I must have been a real peach.

(What I would have heard my grandmother say is something along the lines of "Gib a kuch affen punim!" which would be "Give a look at that face!" Punim would be pronounced kind of like poonim, emphasis on the first syllable, for all you linguists out there.)

Where was I?

Oh, right. I'm actually in television heaven, because I've been setting up my recordings, and I worked out a way around that PBS show The War, which I'm looking forward to seeing -- they've already shown the first four episodes -- but I'm annoyed by the way they scheduled it, four nights in a row for a week and then the same next week. Like that's not going to conflict with whatever else everyone is watching.

In other news, I had an amusing exchange today with several freshman boys who were in the library after lunch. They had a pile of old yearbooks on the table in front of them, and as I walked by, I said "What year is that?" about the one they had open, and one of them said "72", so I said, "Oh, I'm in 71." Mad scramble for the 71 book. One of the boys says "How do we find you?" and another says, I swear, "I'm sure you were as lovely then as you are now." Is that funny, or what? (And he knew it was funny, he wasn't being weird or fake polite.) I laughed, and patted him on the shoulder and said "You're a good boy." Anyway, they flipped the pages until they found the Hubs, of course, and were confused, and I said "That's my husband," and they giggled and asked if we were high school sweethearts and I said No. One of them looked at my I.D. card so they knew my first name, but they still couldn't find me, so I flipped to the page and slapped my picture and said "There!" and went off to lunch with a smile. This is a very cute freshman class. And hopefully my last class, the last one I will be with for all four of their years. Not a bad way to go out.

I am still hungry. Just thought I'd let you know.

WATCHING THE SIMPSONS :: ENTRY #1592