Let's watch some pointless gay softcore porn with dinner, shall we?

We usually eat in front of the boob tube, which is the custom of my family. Tonight my special lady was all about desperate housewives, as usual but not always, but I suggested we watch a film. It was early, we had plenty of time. Do we have anything we haven't seen yet? Yes, indeed, the film adaptation of one of my favorite stories, The House of Usher, but Edgar Allen Poe. Since I began teaching American literature Salinger and Poe have been my clear favorites. I've been sitting on this movie for a while, because it's older (1960), and I usually can't talk the wife into watching older movies with me.

I was a little surprised when I saw the motorcycle because the story takes place in the 18th century. I was further surprised by the terrible acting, because the movie has a 7.0 rating, meaning good. I kept thinking to myself, which one of them is Vincent Price?? Man, he's so young I don't even recognize him! Soon enough I had to yell to my daughter "Don't watch!" My wife remarked, "I don't remember this from the story." That's because it wasn't in the story. She was referring to Victor and Roderick making out. What?!

Oops, I accidentally popped in House of Usher (2008) instead of House of Usher (1960).

Rote Learning?

Many lessons begin with me introducing myself as Birdie (with a bird puppet on my hand):

"Hello, my name is Birdie. What's your name?"

They tell me their names as I go around the circle, and sometimes they say the whole thing, but usually they'll just say their names, and I'll correct them:

"Jack."
"Say, 'My name is Jack.'"
"My name is Jack"
"Good."

So today this girl comes up to me (not during class) with some other rug rat with her. She says to me,

"Čia mano brolis. Jo vardas my name is Jonas. Bye bye!"
("This is my brother. His name is my name is Jonas. Bye bye!")