Today my team met at Barnes & Noble to discuss our oral presentation. Despite my urging to meet at a sensible hour like noon, at 10 o'clock on a bright Sunday morning we dragged ourselves to a public cafe and talked, quite loudly at times, about who was going to say what about the penis. Actually, only three of us showed up, and only one of us qualified as a morning person; C-girl and I nursed large coffees and stumbled over our words. Still, we got the presentation mapped out, and I think we'll be a big hit with the Biology class after they've had to listen to a few earnest speeches about boring body parts like the spine. I was the only one with her part written up, which didn't truly surprise me. But it's not like I had it ready any too soon myself. I'm good about studying, but I'm spectacular at procrastinating when I do not want to do something.
I got up at 6am this morning, thanks to my stupid cat who insisted she was starving despite the prominent adipose tissue she displays at all times. Keiko tried the nose-pat first, then the kneading of delicate parts with claws that are just a little too long, and finally decided to stick her whole face in my ear on the off-chance I had food in there, I guess. No one sleeps through the whisker treatment, believe me. We got up, Keiko got fed, and I sat down at the computer to compose my undying prose on the male reproductive organ in historical perspective. Quoting St. Augustine always adds a certain intellectual patina to a hastily written paper, I think. Luckily, he was very outspoken about erections.
I also spent some time picking out illustrations for this presentation. Greek art is rich in lewd imagery, of course. But my triumph was finding a drawing of a Victorian anti-masturbation device, which apparently delivered an electric shock to the wearer should he get frisky at an inappropriate time. Owie.
That should make a nice overhead projection, don't you think?
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