Monday, November 20, 2006


Professor Ginsberg: I had originally planned to spend 2.3 days on this chapter, but I've decided simply two will suffice.

Me: You can carry forward that .3 for up to ten classes.

Class: [simultaneous groan]

Also, apparently Michael Richards has decided to drive the last nail into the coffin of his dead career.

Now granted, there's not much inherently funny about Cosmo Kramer screaming racial epithets and recalling good old days of African-American lynching and tushie-spearing, but I guarantee we could bring out the hidden humor in this clip by dubbing in the Seinfeld electric bass slide. Botch--choo, choo, bop-choo, boo. This is an idea for someone else to realize.

UPDATE: It's been realized.

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