Oh, Avenue Q
It is an hour before class. And I have "The Internet is for Porn" stuck in my head. And somehow, just somehow, I think it might be hazardous to one's academic health to walk into a classroom humming, "Grab your dick and double-click for porn, porn, porn!"
This certainly wasn't addressed in Teaching at Yale Day . . .
This certainly wasn't addressed in Teaching at Yale Day . . .

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What's this, then? Romanes Eunt Domus? "People called Romanes, they go to the house"?
It—it says, "Romans Go Home."
No, it doesn't!