I'm not Chuck. I've just been busy. This week has been pretty good. I did a 42 minute presentation at school on a novel called Foe, by JM Coetzee. I have a webcourse in which 40% of the mark comes from posting about our 7-8 novels in a forum. Last week I posted so much that the teacher made a new rule that individual posts had to be limited to one paragraph. Sometimes I forget about that whole quality>quantity thing. I get carried away and fall asleep in front of my computer. Then the next day I have to walk around with a keyboard-shaped imprint on my face.

On Tuesday I got a 4-box package of chocolate in the mail from my friend in Germany. Apparently Kinder is retiring the iconic young boy's face which has been a fixture on their box for 30 years. This spun said friend into a pop-cultural existential crisis, the result of which was that she bought boxes of chocolate en masse. I think she sent some to me because she knows that I'm comfortable with the psychological bonds that we form with the marketing figures of our childhoods, German or otherwise. It's like what Barthes says about Einstein's brain. Or something.

Yesterday I watched Fawlty Towers with Rock and her Dad. It's one of those cult shows that I've always meant to watch but never really have. It's really funny. I love the British. I think I have a dormant British comedy gene. Can genes be dormant? If not, imagine the correct biology terms in place of those ones. I'm also happy about the moves the Canucks made at a trade deadline. I'm a little disappointed that our new Finnish goalie (Mika Noronen) doesn't have any double vowels in his name, like Miikka Kiprusoff or Antero Niitymaki. Oh well, name spelling only accounts for about 4-8% of a goalie's skill anyway.