Speaking of spooky psychic stuff, today I was preparing a lecture when two things struck me almost simultaneously: Sloan's song "She Says What She Means" popped into my head, and I had to pee like a racehorse. I scurried to the bathroom; relief filled me as I emptied my bladder, all the while humming the tune. And what did I see as I glanced down to gauge the effectiveness of the last few shakes? Why, it was the word "Sloan", the very name of the band whose song was on my lips, who, I now know, share their name with the makers of fine urinals.
Coincidence? Subliminal urinal expertise? Or something more?
Oh, and the best thing I've overheard at Western in a while was heard today. A guy says to the girl beside him, in an 'I'm so disappointed in myself' sort of voice: "I ate 150 shrimp."
Happy Halloween kids!