Why This Is Hell

... Or just when you thought it was safe.

Yesterday I submitted a long-blocked draft of an article on Postmodernism and Teaching Sf. I have a good idea of the reasons why I was blocked. Partly it's yesterday's news. These days it's psychoanalysis I'm trying to leave behind, not pomo.

So, let's write tomorrow's lecture, on the sf module.


Postmodernism.

Sigh.


I could amuse myself by incorporating Tilda into Schroedinger's Cat.

And I note the headline "Man fined for smoking bong containing cat"

One of the things I enjoy about my comedy course module is having ideas about the topic as I teach. Unfortunately I rarely write them down.

Yesterday was an exception when I suddenly thought, that's like a definition of the Lacanian Real. And wrote down the word Real.

Only I don't remember what was like the Real. I think it's something to do with achieved desired and that which is outside the situation, but I'm not sure.