so, you thought that "She Who Is To Lame To Have A Silly Nickname" was lame *rolls eyes*

*sips*

I am reminded of a scene from The Empire Strikes Back... The ghost of Obi Wan saying something like 'he is our last hope' and good ol' Yoda chirping in with...

"No.  There is Another"

*sighs*

Yep, right here in New York.

She's Younger, sure.

She's probably Stronger...

And she's Lamer.  Without question.  Beyond a doubt.  Certifiably, Bona Fideably, LAMER. *sighs*

I didn't think it was possible, but it's true.

This is not merely a personal observation, either.  Oh no.

Upon return from our three week "vacation" from Culinary it was typical of classmates to ask each other, "So, how was your vacation?"  Nine out of ten responses was something along the lines of "The best thing about it was that SHE wasn't anywhere near where I was" or some such.  Even Professors, after first taking a quick glance left and right, would let us into their confidence and comment upon just how Annoyingly Lame this... this.... Thing is. *sighs*

Rocks are smarter.

A road accident is more appealing.

A dead fish has more charisma than... this... this... Thing. *shrugs*

It's sad when a bably bozoboy word wanker like ME can't Find the fucking words to describe this.... Thing, ya know?

It's That Bad.

THAT bad. *sighs*

Fer Example, today, during our Food Safety class, the Thing raises It's hand.  This is not an uncommon occurance.  In fact, it's an entirely Too Common occurance, ya know?  In fact it's such a common occurance that the professors (bless their hearts) try Desparetly Not to Notice.  They know about the Thing... They don't care too much for the Thing, either,,, and I think that they think that if they just ignore It, the Thing will go away.  So the professors have developed this tactic of quickly changing subjects whenever the Things hand goes up... in fact, they will gloss over two or three subjects in rapid fire to get as far removed from whatever it was that caused the Thing to raise It's hand in the first place, hoping, I'm sure, that the Thing will give up and lower It's hand...

The Thing, however, is too lame for that.  It doesn't seem to care that the subject of the lecture has changed drasticly.
The Thing, with all the patience and smarts of a Rock, waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Untill Finally, the professor has no choice but to call on It and let It loose upon the world.

Which is what happend to today (and everyday)  The professor, at wits end, let the Thing out of It's box.  The students did what they always do when this happens; they began flipping through their book, breaking up into little private conversations, taking this moment to use the bathroom, clean their nails, whatever.

The professor did what they always do; assume the position of the cross between a chicken with its head cut off/dear caught in the headlights expression as they try Desparetly to figure out just What Exactly the Thing is trying to say.

I did what I usually do, and what I do well:  I flipped to an empty page in my notebook and started making little marks...

The Thing talks...

I make marks... line, line, line, line, diagonal line (five count) line, line, line,,,,,,,

The Thing makes noise simular to this:::

"So, like, um, like, well, like, what if we have like, you know, like, oh, I don't know, like, a chocolate sauce, or, um, like maybe something like, um, something like a carmel sauce or something like that.  Like, could we like, I don't know, like, cool it, like, with, I don't know, something like, um, maybe something like an ice bath? Or should we, like, um, you know, just like, you know, like, put it in the, um, well, like the refridgerator or something?" and so on.

Brian, my fellow brother in baking, is sitting next to me, watching me make chicken scratches on my paper, and gives me the What's Up? eye as I scratch away...

I lean over, never stopping my relentless tally, point to the scratch marks and whisper "Like" just as It says the word "like" again and I dutifully record it on my tally sheet.

Brian, a normally quiet and reserved individual, bursts out with a healthy "OH MY GOD!!"

Most of the class is, of course, too brain dead by It's blatherings to even notice his outburst, however I'm reasonably sure the rest of the fourth floor heard him quite clearly, as did some of the third floor, and at least the East wing of the second floor.

Brian, slightly hysterical now, blurts out "I'll NEVER be able to listen to her again without hearing THAT!"  *shrugs*

Now then, you would THINK that IT would have noticed that a grown man just went over the edge not two seats away and had a rather loud vocal outburst, ya know?

*sips*

Nope.

Didn't even phase her *sighs* she just kept right on going,

and me, spending 30,000 bucks for a high end education,  tallied seventeen instances of the word "like" for ONE relitively simple question.  *rolls eyes*

If ya got the money they'll let Any bozo on this bus. *sighs*